wean me off of consumerism's
cure to my chemical chaos
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dim the lights
i am still awake

this ride is no longer free
you are suffocating
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i am still awake

swollen eyes
hidden motives and one week later
i am in the same bed
with the same fears
in the same solitude
that brought me here
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weakness:
no longer a choice
seemingly the only form of vitality
somehow.
i am still awake

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children::
i cannot hear you
this silence is screeching
your voices are lost

parents:
you always said you could not save me
i do not remember agreeing to believe it
i lay here and i believe it

parents:
would you have changed anything
somehow.
i am still awake

parents:
this is torture.
i am still awake


parents:
do you care?
i am paralyzed in my silhouette
i do not know how
i am still awake

parents:
you never listened.

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children:­
i can hear you
you are liberation

children:
i finally woke up

Outside beauty
Does not last forever,
Once it's gone
It's gone forever.
But there is one beauty
That never fades,
It never goes
Unless you change.
Within the heart
Is where it lies.
Within the heart
Is where it shines.
So is your soft
As fresh clay?
Or hard as after
It's been baked?