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My exhausted existence
Permeates my weary flesh,
Experience has molded me to fit no casts,
Outcast, my shapes fill no borders
& I am left to wonder
how to fill the spaces left in me.
Will I be enough?

I am complete to myself
but completely different

Sanity is the marble glaze
In the eye of the Raven,
& I know I’m sane,
Insane enough to doubt
Life and all it’s subtle meanings.

I understand enough of it
To understand nothing at all