Finding my place,
in a cold world that demands perfection.
I'm at a loss of words;
seeing these violent images,
infecting my mind like a virus;
living, trying to see
something other than the
gray haze around me.
Taking my last steps, breathing my last breath.
I laugh, and turn around,
Returning to the haze, which I now call "home".
Infecting my mind
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