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A dull bulb flicks on then off again to signature existanceA crowded room filters perception with a multitude of anglesAn "antiquated" mind runs on autopilot while the belief source generates outsideI wander and I roam through places that I know Bare hands sifting through youthful wreckage making sense with what I knowOh sometimes I'd like to believe pieces just seem to fit But when I do, they don't fit like jigsaws They are parallel lines I grab and cross at angles I deem fitOh sometimes I'd like to believe in black in white

I hope you find the capacity to forgive my rash indiscretions my judgemental assumptions and my unwillingness to co-operateThe full realization of the imprint I solidified with the discount persona I wore conduces tearsIf I only could have ripped with my bare hands my cheap outfit and allowed my soul pervasionTiptoeing along impossibility and an atypical, nonlinear path of time, I may be but if I could have your permission I'd like to show you something moreI sincerely apologize for the damage you politely endured and my toxic inability to act in mature fashionThere is a memory engulfed in embarassment where I granted my anxiety manifestat...