Ah, if you only knew my intentions and if you only knew
how it shimmers and gleams. If you only knew the inner
most being of one, being an individual and still integrate
into the masses. If you only knew that this medium was the message.
The message that's been sent was only to be received with a notion
of dismay. That message has been shot as we tend to shoot the
messenger. If the messenger only knew that there would be no
safety net, no attachment to this reality. If the messenger
only knew to look away and run, rather than face itself
and be captivated by the sinking actuality of this confinement.
If you only knew.
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