Hurt me! Give me pain to see the truth because comfort gets me nowhere. I become gross. Mind polluted, the very essence of my being has been diluted. Objectify less! Feel more, then I'll stop feeling like such a whore. But I still want more! Shift my desires, stabilize the mind. Hold the face that fronts the mind that represents the soul that hides the past that taints the future that repeats the problem. It's the pronoun that brings you down when things get complicated, which longs for simplicity that forgets hectic behavior which needs to rest when we need to wake up. Calm down.