“the way home is this way—no, that way… wait, that’s not right-“

“the way home is this way�"no, that way… wait, that’s not right-“

9.13.21

2.28pm

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How would I know?

The windbreaker is broken, ironically- by the wind,

We are in cages, but our minds’ perceive it naught,

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We down our glasses filled by others, shouldn’t it be us filling our own?

How long do we have, how far do we go?

The car ride is missing its engine, yet still we move,

Which souls’ have we been using as fuel?

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a new alter, name unknown [Khat's Shadow, Melinda/Sparky, "Basically Khat"]

the validity of my existence has been up for debate by many among the system, but every time that I front, I know that it isn't Khat coz there's a shift in energy.

to prove a point, we'll compare our poetry.