Is the funk you'll always be in,
And the goal should not be to destroy it,
But to fold it in,
To your most glorious moments,
As a side to how you succeed,
Which you will never do without it,
Because it's something that you need,
Like the baby needs crying,
And water needs to flow,
Things whose value isn't obvious at first,
And which you may never know.
Because, it's not alright,
Until you embrace yourself,
Neurotic paranoiac conspiracist and all.
You're no different than anyone else.
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