there was not so much clarity.
I wonder if
it'd be easier
to go through life
in a mode of stupidity,
in a self-sufficient,
self-imposed, willful ignorance.
And then I think
how fucking boring.
Better see the wreckage
and choose the imperfection that suits you,
not let domr imperfection pick you.
Bright lights are always blinding
but I have faith
in my ability to figure out
the way to cure
the future burns.
Bring it the fuck on.
My scars will be the medals
that prove I lived.
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