Think.

You.
Infuriating bane of my existence.
Had I not been stuck in the middle, 
I would have let myself loose.

You.
The ultimate pain in the neck.
Had I not been smiling,
I would have punched you.

You.
Time-waster.
Had I not been discerning,
I would have thought differently.

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You're a waste of precious space, please give it up.

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Feel.

The voices in my head won't let go.

Why do they keep coming back?

I find no reason to rant,

But I seem urged to feel enraged.

I long to seek the dawn of day

with no more than a simple path.

To finally sleep in the coolness of the night

and wake up with nothing but lucence.

Why does it bother me?

An iota of concern, I should lend not.

Part of a whole yet clearly divided.

Circle of trust harder to encroach.

Sang-froid, may you draw near.

For time may come, this will not conceal.

Take me to that lucence, lead to afar.

Callous. Shall this be?