Contradictions
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I am surrounded by inconsistency,
the self contradictory,
I long for something solid,
something that won’t fall over.
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I am derelict in my purgatory,
obsessed with spiritual cleansing.
I continually chase the unfathomable,
that plague my mental view,
inducing despondency.
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I feel dejected, morose and melancholy.
If I decline, fall apart and wither,
do not despair,
it is only my decay.
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