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Shameful Needs.

Kill me. Seems I’ve survived
it before. And if it turns
out I haven’t if I don’t, I can’t care
anymore anyway, so fuck it.

Gamble of the Dualist
in the philosophy of mind:
an atheist so no dues ex machina
in sight upon which to rely.

Just inner light.
Strange blue glow
from deep inside.

Scared as hell.
So frightened I broke,
shattered my shell.

Now I’m left naked,
freshly lacerated, bleeding
my shameful needs…

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