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there are places free and this aint one of em
slow death
repulsed by world and self
the good thing is I'm sometimes left alone
but it's ruined because it's just a count down
I can't concentrate on anything because I'm always conscious
that time is going and I'm really just waiting
in between
pine cones slipping in the empty forest
faint sounds make their way to a fir tree
a pile of branches
a calmly flowing creek
with obliviously ignorant creatures
existing
small
never again for me means: not right now, thank you
try real hard for me means: think about it then give up
a chest of drawers that makes a loud creaking sound
every time you open them
you keep complaining and I like it
you take those tiny little steps
a broken tile
peel me off the side of this wall
there's too many things in my head can't decide
the one thing I know for sure is that this isn't right
I'm not curious of anything anymore I just want to be done
it's seven thirty four
getting dark
haven't been where I wanted to be
all day
I'm tired of trying to figure things out
I'm tired of working through the rules made up for me
by everyone else
it seems like the only way to just keep going
without over-obsessing
is pretend it never happened
but I can't
it fills my thoughts
can't I start again?
lets go back to where we were
43 minutes ago
and I'll keep that in mind
I'll watch the window
this is like a flash back
of a couple years ago
inclined slopes all my things are sliding down
upturned surfaces my eyes sprayed with salty water
never again for me means: in a bit
I feel like I'm attached to an elevator
I'm stuck to the side and it keeps going and never stops
and on every floor I swear I'll never go back up or down
on every floor I swear
this Sunday is when I'm leaving
lately I've been obsessed with not staying anywhere
what else would I do
oh no here they come
heart racing doors open
they come to rip me away
they come to ruin everything
I can hear foot steps and voices
hands start to shake
I'll always be outside all this
I'll never be a part of this
 
 
 
 
 
 































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