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Diagnosis (Original Poetry)
No meaningful life to look back to he forced his way up the stairs carrying the weight of regret on his shoulders feeling sorry he didn’t go all in on what appeared to be broken. I laughed at those who chose wisely jumping up and down the bandwagon thinking I was smart enough to squeeze the juice of what I once considered a worthy smug. What a miraculous piece of art lies in me waiting to be acknowledged, cherished and respected a loyal partner, I could always rely on to filter what seemed to be best suited for my senses. Years passed without the slightest reflection gradually infecting my sense of perfection significance is more relevant than affection so here I stand desperately longing for correction. The wake-up call came from another dimension my breath felt heavy, reminding me of all the rejection. Sorrow is useless when you hear a deep voice screaming: “You finally need to pay attention!” So here you have your diagnosis encouraging you to empty a complacent mind lured into a deceptive game of mass hypnosis. A second chance is knocking on the door of illusion Stay or go brave soldier Time is ticking away upon this disclosure Remember, you hold the keys once this is over. 💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎 Creative art: AI-generated image by Daniela S. via Midjourney https://www.midjourney.com/ Originally published on the Hive blockchain at **@KriszRokk** https://hive.blog/hive-161465/@kriszrokk/diagnosis-original-poetry
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