Where are you looking for yourself? Is there nothing that seems to fit into the mental embrace of changing without being felt? In what sense of normal is it you seek? How in the fuck would you know where to belong if lost makes you wanna leave? Who is it that you've misplaced along the way? Are you grasping the content in the questions displayed in front of your face? What will it take for you to shake loose from the twitch others create? Do you ever come full circle to witness self mimic the after effect taking up precious space? When will it ever be ok to calm the nerves while waiting on the answer to appear? Why the constant torture of perfection you know will never exist without a few tears?
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