Dear Psychiatrist,
My incompetence has again served a cuisine of misuse.
Before I tire this world of my wit, I have returned to feed off my misplaced identity.
It seems clear in the incapability’s of my vision that reality has redeemed its position as the truest friend I will ever require.
With "Interchangeability" forsaken in my mind and the humor I receive on self-reflection, today I shall disintegrate identity into two parts of imagery.
With my minute yet self-laudable experience, I have perceived that the humans remain of dual nature in most aspects of my evaluation.
Let us divide imagery into two different forms of fear .One trying to remain inside the house while the other continuously trying to break out of it almost as if identity was a very stereotypical teenager.
There are those who remain in fear of breaking the image and others who fear finding one.
The concepts of failure somehow draw its roots from the leakage of these two distinctions.
This life and its failures are the social interaction of two forms of fear.
It is a communication of what I am and what I am not.
Ps: I have failed Us.
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