Neurotic ramblings or unequivocal prose,The pain is ever-present,
The pain… like cold caresses,
No words escape your blistered lips.
Your ideas fill me with purpose,
Stab me with tenacity,
Puncture my very essence,
Help me to become desensitized.
The meaning of life? What true comedy!
The pursuit of happiness? What a miserable existence!
The truth is obvious… The fruit lies within the perceived fruitlessness,
Within the barren wind-swept wastelands.
Oh what a wretched bunch we men are,
Embrace that which you fear! And only then can you truly escape the pain…
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