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"The words are set in stone," he said to himself,
Exhale, clammy hands.
Convulse, execute.
Accepting his mediocrity, he tied the rope.
A supposed epidemic.
Societal haste..
"Who has a rope," she said?

It seems in the past few years I've developed a sort of indeciveness. 
It is this ideciveness that I hold at fault for all the short comings in my life.
Most notably, her.

Watch the clouds embrace the dust,
The exhalation of weariness.

Let these city blocks lull you,
To a buried infinite sleep.

A last crescendo,
A final perfomance of perseverance.

Release your distress, old man.
Survive yet again.

Tomorrow symbolizes closure. Closure on this gloomy, meandering chapter of my life. It ushers me into more of a gloomy, meandering chapter of my life. Fuck.

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I looked out the back window and quietly whimpered.

Dear god how I miss simplicity so.
All I need is my solidarity with myself.
Denied.

I declare myself a Marxist.

Order--->Chaos--->Love.