the close of this contention.
I refuse to ape some rubbish human.
Simply what nature selects,
How tragic are these breaths?
Considered gifts of evolution,
Recycled like every revolution.
Silence - Solitude - Sterility,
Choose pills, choose life, no choice not to choose,
All the symptoms smell the same,
The composure, in company, in pain.
As I deserve to be,
Beginning to end.
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