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Feb 2021
I can drown myself all I like
All of the pretty words can still the waters
When I come down I’ll come back around

They will all say, “keep your cool, calm down”
They are afraid
My fear of their fear keeps me awake

At whatever sacrifice of my sanity
For whatever meaningless piece of reality
Someone said sleep is death taking it’s practice
Johnny Dust
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