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What Never Falls Away.

You feel afraid,
enslaved,
so controlled
it suffocates you.

Freedom, a fading dream.
Joy is a distant memory.

Higher you climb,
farther you inevitably fall,
harder you hit
the fucking ground
anyway.

No value in it.
You want reality:
what never
falls away.

You feel the need
to meet your face,
know thyself, just outside
the gates

of this prison,
these thick, high walls
of illusion,
but your sentence
is evidently eternal
and you keep failing
at your jailbreak.

Keep at it.

Break out.
Wake up.

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