Every day becomes more desolate, an infection.
I am still mobile, but without direction.
It is a tragedy that I use my body for destructive purposes rather than positive strides.
But there is a force greater than me that is hindering a beautiful ride.
A constant sick feeling with zero glimmers of hope.
When does it end? How can it even begin?
The only way to feel normal must include serotonin boosters.
But what if I refuse...what might happen then?
It is not just a dark corner, cloud, or space.
It is a dark life, I am without a place.
Even during the day, bright light is rare.
So I light it up at night, this is beyond repair.
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