To be, or not to be.

Mediocrity binds in voiceless distaste,

                Echoing these unfinished nightmares,

Fear of average imperfection,

                Hold out your hand, see it tremble,

That desire dies in normalcy,

                So write for your life,

Faster than you could ever run,

                Bleed ink to transcend meaning,

Live and give life through blank pages,

                Use words like voice, belt out capital letters,

Deny the imprisonment of creativity,

                Let rhetoric break these shackles,

Be who you were always meant to be.

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