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it sounds so lame, but i feel wiggin-ish.

[i can feel the eyes rolling in your head]

and you... well, a bugger.


reading speaker stirs an echo inside. where i killed you, and give up years to bring you back. it's all pretty selfish if i really want to be honest with myself. but you can only take so much honesty before giving into the mirage. at least that's where i am now in it.

standing in the cold, waiting, my fingers itch to turn the next page. maybe more answers there. maybe some insight as to why i do as i do. [or why we do- p2, broken and me]

but hinted reality takes root and soon forests through the illusion of what i want. stealing the vision, showing me i can't ever go back. that there are others there to erase every existence of me.

i don't know now to look toward the deadline of 36, or if to fear it's never coming.

so i guess i'll keep reading. and spit venomously for not heeding you sooner.


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