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Mediocrity Mediocrity mars me and marks me his own, forcing himself inside my mental cavity, thrusting his full throttle negativity into my depression. He pants of ‘never gonna happen’ brilliance, and whispers of idiocy. ‘Average’ he says is my name now, and so shall it remain. He continues molesting me with second guesses for what seems like hours, depleting my deep seeded need to achieve with promises of a common existence.