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Want. Need. Venn. I demand complexity. Rumination seeping into the outside. Partition. Thoughts are thoughts are stupid are smarts. Give them weight and drown. My brain MY BRAIN is a cloud of rain, darkly fervent, Bringer of Pain. I cannot escape my reality of banality, less to drift and sift through the unknown of danger and anger, toward the New. What I don’t yet know I can’t prepare. Strong choices make Us. Decide.

At peace. I can be at peace, at least. At last. Content///… When should you be? When can you be? Even me? But I know Me and Me can’t be. I is ever-complacent. My blues lifestyle needs the struggle, take my Material and Ground me. A limp invites a better story than a strut. Perceived plateau. To Struggle is To Search. <Maybe>

Confidence accumulated can also drain, refilled by the cloud of rain inside my BRAIN MY brain. Succeed more than Fail, Grow more than Plateau, Scream more than Know. To reach? The end. And the end. Just two more hours til two more hours til one more hour forever until no more. End with a heavy, confident brain. A gift to give. Everything is for You.