No Escape for me.
From blindless pedantry.
Alone, Alone
I grope my pointless way
Inside, I die
With each and every day
Condense these thoughts
Encapsulate the Grief
Metamorphosis
Some sense of Relief
No Life for me.
In senseless Sobriety.
More, Much More
Than I even need I want for Me.
What is it for?
This Life they gave to me?
THE SEANACHAI 
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