My thoughtless trigger,
Overriding with joy,
With hope,
Destroyed.
Tearing my voice apart.
My lungs.
Beautiful but full of a nomad's pity
I wander.
Alone.
My choice.
I live in this bubble.
Full of clones.
They're all the same.
I stand alone.
I can't breathe
Not with all these unheard thoughts.
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