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Jan 2015
These pellets are too high
and I finally feel the ache that settles as I try to climb again
it's getting stuck over and over again until the trimming on my bones start to deteriorate while you blink
sometimes when you look in the distance I fathom self destructive behaviors because the more the clock spins the less it goes away
getting the detaching sensation to try something will only pull you away
I can't turn this crank anymore
maybe you have the keys but I don't and I have scars all over back from trying to find it and that's kind of humiliating
I'm petrified and that's just how it is
Nostalgic
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