Monday, July 17, 2006
11 Self
To my prevailing self: Let me Out!
Sometimes with drugs you touch it, feel it—
me—yes, there you are, slippery little bastard of brain.
You are buried so deep. How did you get so deep,
where no one else has been, not anyone else,
not even you. People think you're going nuts
but dammit you just want to be yourself and—
isn't that what sanity is all about. Let me be!
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