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I chew till it bleeds
Then I pick the sores
I loosen my greed
Spit skin on the floor
Aggravated agitation
Relentless restlessness
I pretend to be patient
But can't hide from the pessimist
Scribe on my mental desk
I write my confession list
My mind is up
Stuck
Abrupt eruptions cause offensive slips
I'm giving my eternal gifts
They're shifting through from my head to lips
I'm listening for an eternal wish
Until I'm dead
The end of this
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I like this! It's complex and visceral. being *awake* and dealing with the responsibility of such is... exceedingly difficult, though rewarding. If you learn any cheat codes to that particular game, do let me know.
