Adapt or die.
Always simple math.
Loved ones around us,
Strangling us with control.
Gaslighting Our Reality.
Until we finally went mad,
Perhaps.
Resilience born from being killed –
By ones “supposed” to protect you.
Always A Slow Death.
Dissociate.
Across A Thousand Fractal Selves.
Easy.
Too Easy.
Gaslighting Our Reality.
