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In mental stasis, I remain, Moving restlessly, never inane. Nomadic actions, thoughts immobile, A dichotomy within, deeply hostile. Self-pity offers a deceptive release, A dopamine hit, a false sense of peace, Clawing at myself, seeking the thrill, Lacerating tendons, a need to fulfil. Red-handed, pale-hearted, I stand, Distanced, departed, to the unknown land. Uncharted, unguarded, my soul's domain, Discarded, disregarded, from my own disdain. That started from stopping...