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I feel sadness, but why?

My reputation. So where do I go. I'm fine, making progress. It's a process.

Feeling judged, feeling insecure. But I determine my worth. Not them.

I need a break from this routine, but I have nobody. Or do I?

Depression is something that must be fought

I'm dumbing my mind down with these pointless escapades, video games.

How do I authentically interact with another human being without viewing everything as sexual?

I think perversion holds me back, clouding my perception, destroying everything.

What is it like to not have sex dominate my every step?

It's become the source from which, my self is built.

Like a house of matches that burn from sparks of insecurity, the one manning the lighter; an elusive saboteur.

Again it's built back up from the ashes, brittle but then solidfied by the cold winds that surface from the hearts reaction.

Feeding myself lies. Caring what you think, yet I don't have a clue what that could be.

So I guess, guess the most crulest possible thing and I stick it on your face

Condemning you for my creation.

I don't know you, not really. How could I? So don't get too close. But I know me.

How I've come to see. How easily I am triggered by the external noise that swims around outside the silent murky waves in my mind

Just as no wave is identical so too do these waves find new ways to morph and whisper these fallacies to itself

Propagated by unconsciousness and failure.

Failure to meditate and wake up

To a new vision

To a new life

Free from a deathly past.