how much of me is made of machine? unfeeling still feeling something while time runs away somewhere in the middle part of me blurs I stay hanging in there still wondering what it is that’s missing soon as I wake up I decide to shut down the day i wish I could choose the fragments so scattered to let go
or lose cause it’s hard to play life by life’s own rules and impossible to win cheating at solitaire cant marinate anymore depressions so boring rage and pain an infection no cure yet self medicate like Neosporin try to find the right balance a pendulum swings like clockwork time moves I want to move with time turn pages Gone like the Past change minds Soften the unresolved feeling from hard core to Cinemax
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