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thoughts, a doodle of a poem

From the depths of stagnation we still have slumbering beasts

I'm tumbling through confusion.

Restlessness surreal

Simple little words, they worm their meaning and hurt, burn, their way through my memory.

My chassis is being filled with a terror, I can taste it in my bile, it's tearing through my core and choking me with soil.

Distracted playful insanity twists my words around her.

Shortened my words spit upon me the acid hatred, forcing a broken rhythm upon me.

Restless agitation has found shelter in my bones, unhappiness breeds hatred.