The fourth day, slow start to

whatever the intentions

of the world might be.

Ninety-six days of thoughtless surviving, 

untightened is something different,

then actually being free.

Could it be a crime,

fantasizing a different reality,

to kill the voices of despair.

Repercussions after holding

that gun single-handed,

randomly shooting bullets in the air.

For what is loyalty worthy of,

when it doesn’t feel like 

a difficult achievement.

Where does the glorification 

of pain come from, while there’s

no reason for punishment.

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