encapsulated, abandoned, and fearful.
our whole world reeks of one, rather than many.
we are now driven together forcefully and violently,
with each thrust in...
we regret. and come,
further into one another without acknowledging what's really there.
it was probably a lot easier when there were real sparks, divisions, and tensions.
a reason to be a group of something important,
rather than a impotent click on a computer.
lazy, filthy, and paralyzed.
it's got to be here somewhere, in this eighth page of manageable trash.
searching...searching.
we've been trying for years now, i guess we will just adopt. errr. adapt.
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