THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

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You introvert, fill in the dark of your silhouette,
Or reach for cooling comforts, laid on inverted pillow pets.
Repetition and outcome, expecting a difference
Like you stay in your confines, to escape any ignorance.
Following fault lines, denying civility,
Afraid to invoke minds, for your own inabilities.
Spending life weeping, " man, if i just had stability,
then the things i run away from wouldn't feel like they're running me."

And you're probably fat too