Insurrection paces through my veins like a salmon swimming upstream....
Disobedience through disbelief of direction...I want to scream death take me...
Deserving of nothingness....lazy...no good....loser of lullabies...a waste not even recycleable....
A beautiful disaster that doesn't deserve death itself...
And then there's daisies...and butterflies...and spiders...beautiful in their own rite...
But I long to stay in my cocoon...away from pestilence and presence....
Why must I live when I don't want to love anymore?
To do one without the other is no life at all.
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