hazel eyes-bloodshot, but only looking only for light… Trying to fight the good fight…
despite all the bad he knew he would find… In himself. with nowhere to turn to for help… He pulled at his greasy hair in frustration…but there was only ever love on his mind… And Smoke on his breath, though he only spoke truth… As his mind scanned for clues… Broken pieces of an identity…trauma from a troubled youth… He knew, he was nothing more than an entity, his environment produced… Forever lost in his own thoughts… As they produced his environment too… He saw past the packaging, blessed with a deeper understanding… But couldnt find his own bar code, forever staring into space… Scanning

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