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substation
04:54
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thought collides with execution; if only it was just long enough to stun you to silence. for a greater good, for a briefcase, a keepsake; better intentions go misunderstood.
why do my cries sound like static monotony? why can't my eyes adjust to the glowing complexity?
count the days and number them. x's crossed on calendars lead only to capsules. we pray for sand castles. dances for cadavers and dressing all dapper is the only way we learned to survive.
subsist by kiss of medicine. ponder if god will let us in. they've got our tape, they've seen our game and we feel no shame for what we've done. this lie has legs and it runs.
when it's time, it's time. when you die, i'll die.
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my home
03:20
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listening for footsteps, behind or ahead. what a strange game of cat and mouse.
waiting for something, wasting your time. well, when you put it like that... goddamn, what am i to say?
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death is no midwife birthing you to myth. the kiss of the limelight cares not for some ditch you'd occupy.
so take your time, hurry up. anoint yourself with the blood of those you'd throw beneath the wheels. fake it, make it, keep it real.
mean heart, cold heart, always in my phone or at my door.
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what the fuck have you done? you're laying to waste all the grace we afford you. the world left before you is all you need. what the fuck do you mean? this is not what you dreamed? well, life ain't for counting sheep and eggs yet to hatch.
i am not home. i never could be. it kept me alive, the glow of the screens.
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my bride
01:48
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○ ○ ○
02:50
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pacing back and forth again. run it back inside your head: a life you think you wish you had, happenings unhappened yet.
...pacing in circles around three rooms, most days i find myself so bored of...
...pacing back and forth and back.
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melancholy
02:36
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married to suffering. painting an image repeatedly with dried up paint, dried up pain and mellowed rage. here's to a brand new page in a brand new day. i'll treat it just the same.
because why should i know better? i'm not in control. i've weathered the weather the best i can and the best i can is not enough.
married to suffering. what's in a name, if anything?
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