today i find myself torn
piece by piece i calmly crumble
breaking down like decomposition
feeling basic and lowly
I resist none in labor
for i am empty of it
even when told to consume
it passes over unknown
My only substance is
the music my ears reap
filling my voids with nothing
defeating the purpose of it all
I want to push something
but nothing dares oppose
my might goes undeveloped
thus festering for chances
Anxiety and passion
twinning together forever
i crumble to the floor
unnoticed and barren
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