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Loss

labels, brands, stereotypes and barcodes. We lose ourselves to the construct we once called life and what it once sowed. we lose ourselves to society and the things we do not want to be. we lose ourselves in this pit of destruction, this black hole of designation, assigning us places as to where we fit between the lines, where we fit in these broken designs. we lose ourselves and our identity, our purpose, our place in this so-called society. we lose ourselves, we are losing. I lost myself, we are losing. We are fed by the hate we grow up with. The "love" that was meant to be a classic example of wht it means to be human or was that all a myth?

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