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My old convention void is eating me alive

Wires on my face won't match these circles drawn around my eyes

I tried to trust in the process for the predetermined results

Just some political project where you get condemned before your mind's made up

And I've taken long enough to decide

I bought a five dollar cold brew to keep me company while I work

Failing to spell some anglicized word from the other half of the world

I feel the constructs of language when all my thoughts come out the same

I keep signature messy because I just don't know if that's really my name