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A series of short puffs from a rekindled cigarette expertly put out on the half reminds you of your fastidiousness now you feel like **** as you look at the wreckage site of a desk that is your own doing        That is what you do. While your ego floats like the unmelted coffee you put in cold water Hardly dissolvable to anything normal missing anything temporal You lash out once more waging a war with a nation of thoughts You kick the furniture to send the dust flying        That is what you do. You attempt to sheathe an intricate wound patterned on your knuckle, as detailed as the dystopia of your own human agenda that can be trivialized by just "I haven't been myself lately" when somebody asks because you're afraid they might see you find it hard to belong Slowly, the dust resorts to settle on the bedroom floor        And so do you.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
I Haven't Been Myself Lately
A series of short puffs from a rekindled cigarette expertly put out on the half reminds you of your fastidiousness now you feel like **** as you look at the wreckage site of a desk that is your own doing        That is what you do. While your ego floats like the unmelted coffee you put in cold water Hardly dissolvable to anything normal missing anything temporal You lash out once more waging a war with a nation of thoughts You kick the furniture to send the dust flying        That is what you do. You attempt to sheathe an intricate wound patterned on your knuckle, as detailed as the dystopia of your own human agenda that can be trivialized by just "I haven't been myself lately" when somebody asks because you're afraid they might see you find it hard to belong Slowly, the dust resorts to settle on the bedroom floor        And so do you.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
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