I moved freely,
or at least it seemed that way.
This being at easy with destruction.
The tearing apart seems so simple,
what really do I have to build?
I wander from disaster to disaster trying to find a meaning.
Only to find that life is not so simple.
I long for all the wrong things,
and hide from the struggles that might being joy.
This being as it is, dooms me to more of the same.
And so it is what it is.
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