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Your collection of neural paths suffers from fragmentation

Your recollection of facts and myths, so throughout mixed

I can’t even grasp

How do you find courage to form thoughts, when none of it inside stems from you

Maybe you have a hard time self-reflecting, but you stink of brain rot

Hadn't it been, for all this indulgence

Where would you be now?

Where would you go, if you had known?

You rely on brain rot for salvation, yet you wonder why your mind won't work for you

Your non-negotiable stupidity, craft of society unapproving of criticism

For once think about changes, not led by instinct

Your approximation of self deserves more than this

Hadn't it been, for all this indulgence

Where would you be now?

Where would you go, if you had known?

Ruminate excessively

Listen to your regrets

Embrace boredom, defragment your mind

Organize all thoughts, leave room for processing

Imagine you thrive, all you fantasize

All that can happen if you harness your own mind

Why take their critique, when you have all you need

Inside of you, it's waiting to be unleashed

You have the power to heal yourself

Hadn't it been, for all this indulgence

Where would you be now?