If me was at war. We.

The words in my mind are separate at times,

But then there are times where those worlds collide…

And in that insanity I grasp for humanity,

Linking myself to the ground and picking myself up from the scraps,

Universal projection is how our attitudes feel,

Yet we can’t tell that we have a soul…

We care for definition…

But what matters is me…

But me can be anyone.

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