There is always one way to start something new,
and that is with a solitary word.
The imaginable pain of relieving the past of it's duty to sit and taunt us.
As the word escapes a new history is created. We are beginning the story again.
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It is always in the middle of madness you find sanity.
In the middle of age and inspirations,
we get thwarted in the right direction
without even knowing direction exist at this point.
And once out of these loops you realize you lose your place.
Always prepared to go in any direction possible.
There is a calm in having an extreme ego.
You know you are right all the time.
You know there is no other place that suits you,
closer than in your own mirror.
It is a lonely place to be.
Especially in the depths where you are not what you expect of yourself.
The stage in your mind dims its lights.
Mental darkness, fuzzy self perceptions, and the ego disappears into the back.
This lonely place is now where I am.
Only because I held the ultimate self image, only to push everyone away,
and I have.
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