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| i am still here. i am still listening. my place in this world continues to be a mystery. the threat of violence continues to contort me. the place i was raised has become the place i fear most. fear has become my operator. | |
| this omni-present energy lordes over me. holds me hostage. exploits my love. it threatens to drag those who mold me. it threatens to beat me. to arrest me. to disable me. i refuse to believe this force is necessary. yet i am unable to stop responding. | |
| what should i make of my latest emissions being authored by this atmosphere. documenting perspective hasnt remedied the situation. it has only amplified it. what should i make of my youngest moments being utterly dominated. especially when environment improves. these improvements need not be dependent on this immaterial being. | |
| ive watched it groom me. ive watched it set me up for the big mistake. i see myself being driven towards the cliff. | |
| i seek the strength to standup to this pressure. even in the face of these futuristic nightmares materializing. i seek the strength to gracefully say enough is enough. | |
| i seek sovereignty of self. i seek liberty in all dimensions. | |
| signed, my neighbors, the bald trees |