Despair.
Wasted existence.
Perforated positions.
Chosen for nothing.
Striving for anything.
Proclamations made by a fool
to disprove life’s loathing,
but never meant to follow the rules.
Save a section.
It’s hole is pure.
Clothe the face.
The blood will pool.
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