■ 🕑 1. pohon poetics (gikoetry)
│  sharing feeling and perspective morphs into an insult
│  I foolishly spilt what I wanted private, how stupid of me.
│  now it's sighing, begging for a pity party
│  murky thinking., my paper isn't safe either,
│  they hope to glean what? wants?
│  once I showed them a possibility of positivity or justice
│  they feared my hubris and punishment and told them
│  and they presumed to know me, my beliefs, my logic
│                                 and pretended like it was for my
│    protest our suffering with outlook.            own good not to
│  ## and "care" never passed career.
│  I can't be private, can't be public, what good is it to be a person?
│  and just when I nearly came off as frustrated & angered, then I
│  lamented & secluded []
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└─■ 🕑 2. 
    this looks like shit in tree mode btw :(