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tears ripall hope tied to a weak linkthat one day rustedand brokefall was highimpact gruesome
‘manufacturing defect’ is not helpfullying on the groundall dark here
crawling around in this diminished capacitysore and bleedingfeeling my way
at the bottom of a bottomless pitvery long wayvery long way from home
thoughts run around echoing in this chamberuntil tired
when sleep comes, unruly, nightmarishI see strange things in the dreams
grey light seeps down in the morninglight rainwet and hungry
energy is fadingbut there is always a little leftto survive a little longerwith