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Alternative 

I know there is another alternative I live and see what I use to be

My walk, my looks, my speech 

I was once conformed 

I was once not free

I was once was a bug 

I was just a worm in the tree

Dodging birds fleeing growth 

Avoiding pain 

The conscious secede to know 

I’ve returned from the cold 

Living in burning dungeons  

Mysterious strangers come and go 

Temporary pleasure plummets

Ever lasting orogen speaks dishonestly 

The reflection is unrecognizable 

Dimensions congruently liable    

The life changes as life lives

The proof that there are other alternatives   

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