I eat myself to feed my soul
I roll with every toll
Time laid out ahead and behind me
Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
Taking what was left in me
Bereft of the old me
Struggling through the wound of the cocoon
Teeth gnashing and slashing about my face
A race for freedom
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