The Death Of Being

Loneliness is embittering merely for the lack of finding a way to transpose ideas, heatwaves, and the dynamics of conventionality during conversation.

It negates existence— being purged from the complexity of identity is death.

To re-vilified our waking presence, every moment, wards mortality off its bend.

But brutality ushers in the contentious wrath as we unravel at the ends.

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