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Planned Obsolescence of the Ego.

Death throes, birth
pangs. Waking up. Painfully
aware again. Not so

sure I miss
this sadomasochistic
state of consciousness.

Knife gleaming
in my hand. What part
of me will I kill
today? All of it,
all my lies,

outdated, overrated
anyway. Planned
obsolescence
of the ego.

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