La Rev

To my prevailing self: Let me Out!
Sometimes with drugs I 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 wanna be yourself and—
isn’t that what sanity is all about? Let me be!



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