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Freedom of Mind

I am riddled by guilt, as its embarrassing, intricate, plain stare watches over me like the guard of a protected witness.

Governed by its omnipresent power, engulfed in its simplistic grasp. I lay seething, saturated in its self-afflicted mental wonder, marveling the conscious mind's innate yet inadequate ability to render itself free.

The pill is my shelter. My savior. My only true remaining friend. With its supernatural escape I am alive, if only temporarily, to explore a place absent this horrifying torment subconsciously.

Or, in my haste, realize its delicately planned invitation like the venus flytrap; only awaiting my commitment to captivate my thoughts in a helpless state of sleep, without a consciousness to liberate myself should the hole here now before me fall too deep.

I have become a prisoner of my own mind. A psychologically sanctioned chess match within which the winner has already lost.

An auto passes by loudly to break the depth of my focused battle and I suddenly feel much akin to the screaming engine trapped within its block. The pistons firing off in repeated, exploding fashion mimics the edge of sanity's reasoning; begging, pleading for my jump. I plummet back to childhood seeking refuge from this sin in the wealth of my navity.

Slowly, as time and knowledge pass away I am left with a peaceful tranquility nostalgic of youth, absent rationale and judgment alike. In this instant, I close my eyes, and gracefully succumb to the pleasant miracle that is pharmaceutical technology.

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