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there is a world i once was apart of where traveling words would slice through me as if i were soft and rotten. and when i cried the tears would not flow but instead harden on my cheeks like nail polish. the sunrises were holographic and the sunsets, toxic. so artificial days lead on to sickening darkness. the roadways had trap doors that you could not predict. but virtually every destination was a dead end anyways. every new inhabitant had a mind of its own but strategically they were conditioned, left hollowed and stupid. ignore the unknown shun the different. united, they happily cheered allegiance to the bliss of ignorance. a starving solution to a deficiency in the soul. in other words i've escaped an inverted spiral twisted so tightly it had festered and putrefied, yet it continued to grow. and thrives to this day in all of its horrible glory. but i am stronger now, and no longer welcomed there. as paradoxical as it may seem if you are comfortable you are in danger. -savanna
