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detached. seeing, not feeling the chair the ceiling, the floor spinning and who am I kidding- it's long past when I should've had my last laugh, when I passed midnight and the highlight of the day was the meager wage of pity I accrued from a generation subdued by a preposterous possibility over- exaggerated in expectation and reaching for the highest creatable version of elation without laying the proper foundation built by layers of training and daily straining that compound into callouses and graying roots until we are austere and astute or at least that's the excuse we will use for the continual quietness we exhibit, inhibiting relationships to flourish discouraging speech self medicating with synthetics that inhibit hunger fidgety and without epiphany- cemented to the same place later than you should have stayed. We want what we want, never mean to misbehave. September 11, 2015 C.e.M
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
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detached. seeing, not feeling the chair the ceiling, the floor spinning and who am I kidding- it's long past when I should've had my last laugh, when I passed midnight and the highlight of the day was the meager wage of pity I accrued from a generation subdued by a preposterous possibility over- exaggerated in expectation and reaching for the highest creatable version of elation without laying the proper foundation built by layers of training and daily straining that compound into callouses and graying roots until we are austere and astute or at least that's the excuse we will use for the continual quietness we exhibit, inhibiting relationships to flourish discouraging speech self medicating with synthetics that inhibit hunger fidgety and without epiphany- cemented to the same place later than you should have stayed. We want what we want, never mean to misbehave. September 11, 2015 C.e.M
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Sep 13, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
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