a hazy perspective and the need for clarity
I have no sense of time,
the pride from my accomplishments
is as null as the concept of permanence,
besides the fog —
seeping into my mind
as deep as the proverbial soul within me.
in the mist of what is left of myself,
the only depth i can catch is lost —
lost recognition.
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