Rendering from Counter by Soaked in Disillusion

I know it’s so far from necessity to feed delusion to my injuries. The nomadic infection swims down my arteries; disassociating power from the will and the need. Now my excavated purpose echoes, “waste”. Screaming down the perforation, the intonation pierces me again. The degradation and hindering of what I can think and what I can touch is tampering with the circuitry of what I can’t help but do so much. I grasp for intention and space for human error. There are intervening eyes that burrow deep inside these complicated visions of a desired way of life. Holographic and imaginary are standards placed by the ordinary introspective of those surrounding the finite space between you and me.

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