Bread crumbsI understand;Every word is crystal clear.But here I still rest.As the voice encompasses my head,It is a python,An anaconda.It stresses the meaningsIt pushes against my own knowledge.It chokes off what I've lead myself to believe.And as the presence of the voice fades,As I let myself melt,Running through the floorboards and cracks,Everything complicates itself in the whirlwind of my mind.Thoughts collide,Ideas are broken,My beliefs are made invalid.Nothing is clear,It's a cluster fuck of mental bricks and brainwashing cement sloppily thrown together,No foundation.I try to gather my composure,I try to hol
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