• i'm out of it. actually no, i'm in it. i'm SO fucking in it. i hardly stand it. i feel myself. everything. is so. fucking strong. acidic decay and burns lining every inch of it. so much struggle pulsating along. i can hear it everytime. i feel it. don't you remember that? i fucking feel it. please don't forget. pleasepleaseplease. but i guess it's not my turn anymore. 'salright, i'm getting used to it. everything repeats itself. that means i was right. it's my job, no one else's. i was right, man. do you understand that? holy fuck that's awesome. now suck it up, woman. it's not your place. all you gotta do is fix it. that's it. Tongue in cheek till a hole burns out her mouth, And fingers crossed like the promise of cub scouts, And we know that the picture in her heart shaped locket, Is far from an inanimate object.

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