Writting Automatic.
Automatic writting and I'm never fighting.
Only with a system that fails to recognise.
All the potential that floats within.
It's only me when it's time to flee.
As society hinders the bubble I struggle.
To come to terms with who I am.
My lonely spirit will start to glisten.
I hear the voices inside and listen.
Paying heed to all that I feed.
In a sanctuary far from the dead.
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