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I'm shaking in my distress
Overanalyzing as anyone does
And I miss the cold, tactless reverences
Of addressing the grand accord that is godliness in life
The scheme of things and its lack of direction
Just so no opposition wins in the end.
I miss feeling wholly myself
Without this medication
And never in my life had I thought
That I would become the epitome of those people I once looked up to
Those who would always stagnate
Between themselves and another person
Just so they could get their point across
Because sitting on the floor, helplessly in my room
Agonizing over my utter pointlessness
And straying from it all at the same time- thinking
That I could possibly have made a dent
I have come to realize that no one would understand,
but maybe in this lowly point of communication with you
You may understand this:

Everything you do has an impact
Everything
And should it be for good or bad
There is the opposition come again
And it will refute you.