I sit, and think, and think that I think too much,
Often consumed in my thoughts of incoherence,
I’ve been reduced to feelings, just raw nerve endings really…
Ruthlessly emoted, my feelings on public display.
My faith drained out, my path unsure.
-Has it really come to this?
I’m here, kneeled before the vast nothingness…
Begging for a chance at redemption.
I can see not that which I yearn for.
Maybe it’s non-existent, a figment of my imagination…
A memento of my decline.
I know not, yet still I am,
Hence I search for…
The Remedy.
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