Feeling more alone than ever, surrounded by
facades, plus endless digital barrage compounds
downward psychological mobility. I
remain rube-ish member of worked class - lost-and-founds
wandering rural wilderness, too dumb to advance
beyond backwards, too ugly to lifehack words paid.
Dreams are for those privileged enough to romance
existence into union with desires. Been weighed
down by failure demons, feelings of fraud, combined
chemical and bank account imbalances (which
are intertwined by design); can't find peace of mind
because my heart's math is deemed as false. Digging ditch
deeper while pretending there's possible escape;
still stupidly chasing promise of ticker tape.
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