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It's bittersweet, like coffee with sugar but no cream.
Got fuel in the tank, yet somehow I forgot how to drive.
All my problems pile up.
Anxiety began as a mere seed, and grew to a pear tree.
Now I could choose to grab fruits from it’s branches, and cure my hunger for isolation. But man, these fruits are starting to taste sour. And I've just about had it with this damn tree towering so high, and blocking the sunlight, that I might just snatch every fruit, snap every branch, and cut the problem down to the root. Cause the truth is, I'm becoming a nuisance. These juicy fruits are rotting away.
Might have to switch to gum instead.
But if I were to chew too much, then I'd be toothless too.
Well at some point, I'll have to choose which, fruitless pursuit is worth de-rooting.
But I'm a clueless stump.
I sit on a log, in a forest of branchless trees, wondering why I can't climb any higher than these, damn weeds!

Isn't it funny how through the toughest seasons, and weather conditions, weeds survive and thrive, on nothing but instinctual needs?
See, some of us are just like weeds.
We survive through tough environmental conditions.
But these types of people forget that sometimes less is more, and softness is more often than not, perceived more pleasantly than cockiness.
We're living in a world with more plot twists, slot shifts, swapped lifts, clock ticks, hot fits, and flocked twins, than taught sins.
We've become birds with no feathers.
No wonder we forgot how to lock in, flock with our social circles, and deeply connect on a respectful level.
You live inside your own shell for so long, you forget how to shift perspectives.
You pay so much attention to force fed narratives, that you become that damn narrative!
Go ahead, stare again!
Then you have the nerve to call yourself an American!
Nah man, you're a damn experiment!
You weren't created in a lab, but you let media and politics, cook you like asparagus!
But you're too arrogant to care again.
Then you wonder why, you're right there again…