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Unopened, untold and yet to unfold. 

To big to imagine, to immense to behold.

This thing thats inside me, I cant control.

But to remain sane, 

To maintain this that I cant contain,

I am cold.

Cold to the world and to all of its people.

The sheep and the cowards and mentally feeble.

How am I to see these amoebas as equal?