can’t shake this felling

that the

ever pervasive fog

of delusions

will linger on

in pale blue skies

try as I might

to walk

up

this

stairway to heaven

I feel like a

cripple with no crutch

We all get what we want

So who are you?
Who am I?

Cuz its kinda hard to walk in the dark.

Especially when the voices are blinding.

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