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We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers
of this scene, start a brand new colony
where everything will change we'll give
ourselves new names, identities erased.

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Two nights ago I was hung from the ceiling in an upside down gyration, with my insides eating itself out, at the same time trying my very best to bend an elbow, ignoring the burns in my back to bring my palm up to my mouth, and pop the pills that were said to temporarily subdue the pain.
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Spending time alone makes me miss people.
Makes me think,
makes me feel.

I just realised how lucid my life is planned out in front of me, like stepping stones elegantly bounded to my feet.
I don't like it, i want struggle, rush, pain, spontaneity, options, revelations.

I want to feel again.