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in the midst of this chaos
in the midst of other fabricated truths
even when i find myself missing
i am found here
call it a catch 22
call it a sense of clarity
some say it can’t exist without proof
the proof is on the concrete and the casing that fell when the bullet escaped the chamber
the scar still show on my sleeve
in my words
and the page where my pen bleeds

Jay G