BURDEN BLOOMS

She's just one inch behind.
Chasing her own light.
In fact, mostly consumed.
By sanity, by procedure.
They come so absurd.
From rage to loss.
Choice is her only boss.

Breaking, mending.
Constantly pretending.
Tempering her mind.
To adapt the pressure.
To adopt enough pleasure.
Because many ill to kill.
Many pain to master.

Option wise.
Chance does exist.
Keep going.
Down the road.
Turn right.
There's no one left.

Befriend the taboo.
Claim some tattoo.
Image, text.
Or simply.
Help request.

Call me anyway.
The best I could do.
Impersonating guru.
What you might find.
The art of being you.
Say "fuck all these realities".
High chance, you'll be free.
From the world, formality.
Which "happy" means happy.
As honest as it should be.

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