Self awareness was a tricky thing,
a necessary overkill,
a thorough recollection of things sometimes better off left buried,
It required treading for those who could not swim,
walking for those still infantile in their reflexes,
vision for those who were anything but visionaries
Maybe we needed arrogance to offset it a bit,
after all of this,
maybe it was only ego that was the great equilibrium,
Or just a disguise,
so we could masquerade,
so we could convince them we were selfless instead of selfish
Or maybe we realized it was all too much for this silly little life,
and maybe that was when we got to the gun,
to the mirror,
to put an end to the madness they warned us about,
and maybe,
because there was always more to say,
maybe we left a trite little note,
scribbled in pencil,
in fucking pencil---
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