what brought this on so sudden? i can hear myself think. words are watching over my conveyance. the rug’s been lifted. like a joke that’s gone too far, i can’t tell some things apart, and it’s all that i look out for. everything i do is dull. but that seems so trivial. everybody’s got their shell. you said that i could do whatever i want. but only if it’s on your list. problems come from all directions...solutions don’t. my problems all have become your concern. and i think that that’s a shame. broken fixtures seem to shine more brightly. who’s broken you? planning for a dead future, wasting every moment, digging for reassurance, wishing this is what you want.

 

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