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Reinforced shards inhibit my limbs
A sincere dullness
This utter inability to express
My song sounds different everyday
But really the same it stays
Like molecules of dust
Hurtling through time
It seems both infinite and finite
The inexplicable need for passion
The excruciating fear of fear
Like the vessels we claim love
We can only detest
The sheer limitations
That we present to ourselves
Dreams are crippling
Realism is the same
Can there ever be true balance?