An envelope locking down on my skull,
Being sealed by anthropogenic selfishness,
Stamped by anxious infectiousness.
Once exhaustedly unlocked and grappled with,
The feelings are still impenetrable to me, so
I inscribe my own story to tell myself,
But the facade is too soon scratched so i must
Unfurl the truth stained pages within,
They crinkle and tear into oblivion.
The dictionary to my thoughts forever erased,
With only an empty envelope
Soon to be replaced.
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