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i will spend the week in hourglass torture. listening to seconds go bye. i cant save them they live as quickly as they die. there is no tragedy in seconds. no funeral procession for time lost. just memories and blank space. the bitter blade of nostalgia just sharp enough to pierce weak skin. there is no excuse for lost time. just a .44 pointed straight at a mirror. one victim. one criminal. i am as guilty as i am innocent. so i am really nothing. just a quarter in a crisis. the king of neglect.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
time spent in los angelas
i will spend the week in hourglass torture. listening to seconds go bye. i cant save them they live as quickly as they die. there is no tragedy in seconds. no funeral procession for time lost. just memories and blank space. the bitter blade of nostalgia just sharp enough to pierce weak skin. there is no excuse for lost time. just a .44 pointed straight at a mirror. one victim. one criminal. i am as guilty as i am innocent. so i am really nothing. just a quarter in a crisis. the king of neglect.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
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