so now
it's between
euphoric apathy
and
committed discontent
...
what
a
choice
!

why the fuck do i even try sometimes?
i have no options
i have no voice
i have no

so i ask you, what is our issue going to be tomorrow?
it's like we find a new one with every fucking dawn.

what if forensics finds the answers?
what if they stole my fingerprints?
where did i leave my book of matches?
we'll find you... we'll find you...

let me just tell you all how much watching The Hebrew Hammer with captions while listening to rad music loitering in a living room cause we're too stoned to move rules.

It fucking rules, you fucking fucks.

whoa.

deep and bewildered
sick of remembering
and being afraid to cry
(but still letting it go because
i look at you and feel like you are
seeing thru me thinking
i knew you when-)

i can't think anymore.
it just hurts to try.

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so i just can't make it stop
MAKE IT STOP

please, quit condemning me to the unknown.

you know all i want (ever) is to hear your voice.

just tell me it'll be okay...

i wouldn't mind a white lie
if it would stop my crying
but i don't know what this silence means
and i feel stupid for the minute and the trying.

i am almost
done disintegrating
from the
in
side
out

***

i am being swallowed by the clock
and the crashing fucking loud silence
that i will never be able to explain to
you.

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