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Feeling like a stylus on a premium LP Can't lift up too slow or slide it Fragile bone dust Be slow, be quick, be ready Scratching is not an option Feeling this way again Second-hand turntable Treated as a diamond or replaceable How is it, my friend The stylus feels old Not sure if the sound is reaching you Enough to bring you Out alive, on my knees Scratching is not an option
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC
Stylus
Feeling like a stylus on a premium LP Can't lift up too slow or slide it Fragile bone dust Be slow, be quick, be ready Scratching is not an option Feeling this way again Second-hand turntable Treated as a diamond or replaceable How is it, my friend The stylus feels old Not sure if the sound is reaching you Enough to bring you Out alive, on my knees Scratching is not an option
He is admitted again. Suicidal last night. Waiting to hear back. This time, no visitation because of C19. Feeling so much on edge like the moment I would try to pick up the stylus arm from the turntable of my favorite vinyl LP
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC
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