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I've always thought myself to be special.
Something rare.
Something different.
Something more.
I've been thinking to myself, on my own mind, of how far I could go, of how much on my plate, on my shoulders, on my hands I can bare.
I've heard in my sleep ways to conquer, ways to be and to unmake.
I've been trailing in dreams, on means, on beings to reach what I can't see and can't seem to leave.
Is it in me? Is it onto me?
I can't mean to look for this when I close my eyes and hold my breath for thoughts to smother me as they tangle their trailing fingers on me.
Am I crazy for this? Am I in here for me? Who's me? Who owns me? Who guides my hand as the trigger triggers onto powder to splashes to smittens to splatters on walls that cave on me and don't suffocate no, no! it drowns on ashes that crashes but can't get winded around, just strains the chains on my throat and I'm alive I'm alive I can't breathe I'm not one to breathe I'm one to roam, to moan, to look, to undo and unmake the unmade who gets undone under this hand that is guided through stars that take with their eyes and scheme with their smiles.
Am I...Alive?