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:a little each day:

grin and bare it
you can take it

it cuts, twists, wrenches, binds suffocates
the inward glances
the formation of reality within unreal personal desires

i am lost
and where i am i do not know
where the exit is

there is no green sign
showing me the way out
of this theatre

and i'm all out of jujubees.

c. bay milin