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Mundane
My insides writhe like pit of snakes
As my mind runs away.
It flees from my mistakes,
Made with good intent,
As fast as my ambition got me there.
Why does my ego tote me around like a child?
Why does it feel like I'm always being punished
By my mundane thoughts?
What am I doing?
Rotting.
I eat the snake.
I abandon my ambition.
I punish myself from now on.
Monday 10th September 2018 9:37 am
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