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it feels so good
to be unable to stand
to be confined
to this bed
and confined
and completely free of thought
and be unable to think
so think, hands for me
as i grope around for walls
in this abysmal empty cell
so long has it been
since i’ve felt so liberated
from thoughts
and from words
but to words
i am glued
and of course
once i awake
all these words
won’t align
with my mind
and i’ll stand
and i’l walk
and i’ll be
one of everyone else
and nothing like someone else
but i’m not
anyone
but myself
anymore
but i can’t
ever think
of a plan
everlasting
so please
honor me
and my vague
energy

(I realize I spelled forty wrong. But it just adds to the authenticity, doesn’t it?)

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