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