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where do i get off everything is moving and i can't seem to get my head on straight the grey sky above me melting into the glass buildings steel spikes growing out of the bone-dry earth in your world it's whiteboards covered in scrawling green text in your world it's not what you'd thought the air around you so tangible that it chokes you closes your throat and eyes against the pain in your world you can see the people like insects crawling the streets from the view from your apartment window on the 80th floor in your world the glass doesn't warp against the night sky freckled with bright lights and falling bodies in your world it's not the nausea that tears against your consciousness it's more the darkness it's not the desperation it's the calm beating it's head against your bathroom wall and saying over and over over and over over and over in your world it's the cigarettes at three in the morning and after that at midnight you stare at the clock for six hours straight but the seconds don't stop the microwave beeps all night long as you stare at the blank TV screen but the seconds don't stop
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
The View From Your Apartment Window on the 80th Floor
where do i get off everything is moving and i can't seem to get my head on straight the grey sky above me melting into the glass buildings steel spikes growing out of the bone-dry earth in your world it's whiteboards covered in scrawling green text in your world it's not what you'd thought the air around you so tangible that it chokes you closes your throat and eyes against the pain in your world you can see the people like insects crawling the streets from the view from your apartment window on the 80th floor in your world the glass doesn't warp against the night sky freckled with bright lights and falling bodies in your world it's not the nausea that tears against your consciousness it's more the darkness it's not the desperation it's the calm beating it's head against your bathroom wall and saying over and over over and over over and over in your world it's the cigarettes at three in the morning and after that at midnight you stare at the clock for six hours straight but the seconds don't stop the microwave beeps all night long as you stare at the blank TV screen but the seconds don't stop
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icarus-kirk
American
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
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