Thesis
It used to have a purpose, but not it stands in solitude
Idly blocking your way, breaking your solemn concentration.
No matter how hard you try you won't be able to resist
The temptation of thinking about it, seeing it, dreaming of it.
Its neon orange brightness swallows you and makes you feel insecure
About yourself, one that has purpose, and now that you noticed it,
You no longer have a purpose.
It conquered you and haunted you.
It won.
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