I am, I am, I am...
a schizophrenic
schism
an enigmatic
prism
catching your eye
drawing you down
drawing you in
to craving a wish
that will never come true
I am, I am, I am...
a victimizing
victim
a recycled
rhythm
repeating and depleting
the same old,
same old
tried but
still true
yet nothing is ever new
I am, I am, I am...
merely
survivalism
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