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faces I used to know now turn pale        as they push themselves further and further inside        pointing in every direction I shouldn't need so much alcohol for this        at least not god        floating under your gray expression why did you stop beating? vibrating? why would you stop sweating whenever you fall for someone? why did you try to lift something that must not be lifted? why did you throw yourself in the stench of the        town's hollow eyes? why would you stay upfront when it is at last time        to fall? why did you join the grey faces?        so that you will be shouting from the top        of your lungs in the ears of the gods        that now broke into hundreds of thousands        of reflections in the mud? even though it's useless?        and horrible        and your lungs give us exactly what        we need        but nothing more? even though they will be careless with it        and imperfect even if it counts        and it will **** you in the end? stop now! stop sitting with your head pushed so hard        against your chest that        you turn into a mosaic of the town stop making bridges out of yourself stop painting flowers on every piece of broken glass and stop trying to harm what no longer is there even though you want it to
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
I don't know why I need a cigarette for this
faces I used to know now turn pale        as they push themselves further and further inside        pointing in every direction I shouldn't need so much alcohol for this        at least not god        floating under your gray expression why did you stop beating? vibrating? why would you stop sweating whenever you fall for someone? why did you try to lift something that must not be lifted? why did you throw yourself in the stench of the        town's hollow eyes? why would you stay upfront when it is at last time        to fall? why did you join the grey faces?        so that you will be shouting from the top        of your lungs in the ears of the gods        that now broke into hundreds of thousands        of reflections in the mud? even though it's useless?        and horrible        and your lungs give us exactly what        we need        but nothing more? even though they will be careless with it        and imperfect even if it counts        and it will **** you in the end? stop now! stop sitting with your head pushed so hard        against your chest that        you turn into a mosaic of the town stop making bridges out of yourself stop painting flowers on every piece of broken glass and stop trying to harm what no longer is there even though you want it to
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
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