Kenji Setou

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Walls are measured in footsteps,

and exits memorized long before they’re needed.

Patterns bloom where others see noise,

every smile a variable, every silence a signal.

Belief becomes armor when trust feels heavier,

and logic sharpens itself against imagined threats.

Isolation is not loneliness here,

but a perimeter — carefully drawn, fiercely kept.

If the world insists on watching,

then watching back feels like survival.