
I lost my words, I lost my meaning. My mind is speeding while I'm speeding off speed. Sometimes my greatest is off speed, (when I'm off speed).
Was that a pun or have I finally lost my mind?
Or am I noticing the structuring of time destruction if im lying, pull back and wait for the victims that mistranslate. Thoughts constricted, voices flood in will not stop so ever persistent.
Like anti vacc(vaccination), I hope my mind is just naturally resistant. Black militia the government organized. Break you, Ill build you, more self observant, more determined, show you we all have a purpose. We weren't mistakes this life, hate it or love it we here on purpose
About the Creator
Reginald
Life is my inspiration, and my lifes experience is all throughout my writing. Mostly like writing songs, and poetry. Writing has always been my coping mechanism for my depression and anxiety,(the healthiest one atleast).



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