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Traveling through life’s prism
A grueling dissociated experience
Ripping me apart from myself
Racing to find and reassemble the pieces
As they were meant to be
Before life itself comes
And rips me from its plain
The nihilist in me says this is unfair
What’s the sense of being torn apart
To be put together again
But so is life’s journey
Among the countless
I at least got the chance
To play in life’s game.

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