We perfect from imperfection
We see in parts our perfection
With imperfection
The foul and wise
The sane and insane
He acts differently than all
He behaves like him
Who is mad?
Friday, 13 March 2026
Lower it
Lower it don't kill it
When it is within you
When not outnumbered
And all weighs heavy on you, their eyes
And their silence soffocates
And your words unheard
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