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a tourist in your own youth- Was it worth it? she would be a woman by now he had the potential to- lie back and enjoy it shooting through your veins no love, no hope, no feelings there’s nothing left inside you cold, white as a sheet, sweating, cold- heartless erratic- am i acting erratic? Who the **** are you to tell me i’m erratic? have you seen yourself? blown pupils, speed-cracked face, smiling mouth lined with E the spots on your forearms tell me you don’t have your act together but the lines around your eyes dance as if you were happy, happy to rot away at the bottom of a bottomless pit, happy to steal and score and steal and score and **** yourself slowly have you eaten yet? Do you still eat? When’s the last time you slept? i remember every day as if it were my last, i remember us in the park, i remember us in the streets, begging for change, begging for anything what did we have back then? Not even each other first there’s an opportunity, then there is betrayal who betrayed who first? does it matter or are you just hurt because you didn’t get your fix out of fit not soon enough- am i heartless? maybe so, but what does that make you? have you ever cared about anyone but yourself- have you ever cared about me? me, me , me, like a film on loop in your head no drugs can ever quiet it down a tourist in my own youth, yeah, sure, but she could have been a woman, she could have had kids of her own, she could have - where were you when i left? did you sit and cry to yourself because it wasn’t about your for once? Or was it about you but this time you didn’t want it? are you as alone as i am? I know you are. the warmth in your veins has long been replaced by- charlie took care of you do you want to, for the sake of old times, like, do you want to- let’s revive our hero one more time let him infuse us with apathy let him surge through our bodies let us share- my blood runs in your veins.
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
Tourist in your own youth
a tourist in your own youth- Was it worth it? she would be a woman by now he had the potential to- lie back and enjoy it shooting through your veins no love, no hope, no feelings there’s nothing left inside you cold, white as a sheet, sweating, cold- heartless erratic- am i acting erratic? Who the **** are you to tell me i’m erratic? have you seen yourself? blown pupils, speed-cracked face, smiling mouth lined with E the spots on your forearms tell me you don’t have your act together but the lines around your eyes dance as if you were happy, happy to rot away at the bottom of a bottomless pit, happy to steal and score and steal and score and **** yourself slowly have you eaten yet? Do you still eat? When’s the last time you slept? i remember every day as if it were my last, i remember us in the park, i remember us in the streets, begging for change, begging for anything what did we have back then? Not even each other first there’s an opportunity, then there is betrayal who betrayed who first? does it matter or are you just hurt because you didn’t get your fix out of fit not soon enough- am i heartless? maybe so, but what does that make you? have you ever cared about anyone but yourself- have you ever cared about me? me, me , me, like a film on loop in your head no drugs can ever quiet it down a tourist in my own youth, yeah, sure, but she could have been a woman, she could have had kids of her own, she could have - where were you when i left? did you sit and cry to yourself because it wasn’t about your for once? Or was it about you but this time you didn’t want it? are you as alone as i am? I know you are. the warmth in your veins has long been replaced by- charlie took care of you do you want to, for the sake of old times, like, do you want to- let’s revive our hero one more time let him infuse us with apathy let him surge through our bodies let us share- my blood runs in your veins.
This is about T2 -Trainspotting, and it's Mark addressing Simon. The books and movies had a big impact on me.
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
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