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Awake.
i wake up.
breakfast is beer.
after five cans i lose the fear.
breakfast can be three p.m.
the big questions are no longer tackled.
try and drown yourself in a bath.
it's impossible.
i look at the scars on my arm.
1982, good year for self harm,
cut down a tree, same thing,
the growth rings mean nothing to the tree anymore, it's dead.
"to be honest?",
why say it?
is everything else a lie?
i'm confused.
heaven, or hell?
infinity in heaven would become hell eventually.
i'm afraid to sleep.
i know i'll wake up.
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| to be honest, even sentences started with it are sometimes lies. youve got me in a bad habit, but ill always think my lucky stars that you are waking up. the tv sings me to sleep you know why, ono sympathy, no pity, just concern and care. youre great, rambling or no, you make all the sense in the world. im not confused about eternity, itll be nothing. this is hell and you know it. xx |
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