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Jun 4
These colliding elements
Their definition escapes me
There is no way to hold it down long enough
To really talk about it
Without missing so much

But you're getting it with every swing
Fully in and fully out
But you don't feel like you are
Until you do

This is a strange process
I have heard people describe it keenly
But I see So many recursive elements

Aren't there parts you can talk about exactly,
Undeniable truths?

And I'm the only one
I'm not special

And this is too much

Don't you like me?

Can't i be great like them?
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