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The Shrike
04:10
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I need this to stop - you can't keep coming back. This cyclical nightmare, an altered state under attack. An unwelcomed distraction, I was spent so long ago. You are not welcome in this space any more. There is no escape from our mistakes as you won't admit one ever took place. The Shrike. I do not want to feel this way. Sometimes you are left behind, sometimes there is no way out. This designed collapse of civil dignity: is this not progress? This is where you'd have us be? Crushing in its loss. I don't care. This isn't for me.
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Painless
02:31
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This time I’ll plead, I’m desperate. Help; this cannot continue this way. I will not help pull you from this misery. This is not a guilt trip; I’m just losing my grip. You are on your own. All senses, a ghost - forgotten pieces, with a forced lapse. Unwelcome reflection, every time that I go back to this lost space where that scared boy once hoped to be someone stronger. An apprehension unprovoked. You are all alone. Most wish that you were never here.
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These Wires
07:54
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I can barely feel these wires now. I do not feel like this will ever end. Why would anything feel right again? Slight, misted perception pulsating pains - this hopeless endeavour. You are depleting me - a tarnished punishment, lost in this cyclical thought. Why would anything feel right again? Brought right back to where we left off. Falling off, fallen apart - we're falling off, we've fallen apart. Just let me rest again. Every lasting piece of weakened resolve - let there be a calming reassurance. Let me believe there's something more despite knowing full well there's not. I can't feel like this much longer. A forced, and helpless closure. I can barely feel these wires now. Will this never end?
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We're Small Enough
04:16
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I Cannot
03:49
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A Reluctance of Being
06:56
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I'm never going to be okay. I can feel my senses dull. Every waking moment hurts just a little bit more. A lifetime of building, crumbling down. An eternal white out of endless grey, with no comfort in this numbness. There needs to be a release.
I need to be released. This overwhelming pressure of teeth grinding in my skull. Left reeling from a permeating itch tossing in the night. My last resort. I can't, so I won't. I can't, so I won't. I'll never let you be okay. We're never going to be okay.
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I cannot stay long, with a sudden exhalation. A quivering leaf in the sun and a heartfelt obsession. We were never young. We were never strong. It's of so little consequence that you forgive me now now that I'm gone. The heat is gone. I've only got so far that I can fall. None of it will be remembered, none of it deserves any recollection, after all. Where was there left to go, but to dance about in our decay? Where was there left to go? Much to our reciprocal dismay. Now that I'm gone, you're free.
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Not Today, Old Friend
05:03
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One hundred indelicate reassurances coalesce into a single vexing nicety that breaks like a wave of ammonia against the arch of my contorting brow. A warm gesture if nothing else how kind. That kindness, no matter how grating that concern, no matter how fleeting that love, no matter how bloodless: has been noted and isn't that what matters? That you've been thanked? Whether or not I even remember your name?
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