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the soles on my feet are melting slowly
i think my retinas are conspiring against me
my brain is buckled in bits when i'm trying in focus of your hips
you're too considerate, don't trust me i'll choke on it
meek hands, swollen glands, breathe now, it'll all work out
do i try to get a little taste of what the feeling is like when the weight's off?
coagulate until inflamed and start the process all over again
i test myself and it turns out that Not Much Will Ever Change
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i can feel the iceberg
as it's melting towards
bodies careening melting floorwards
cause and effect
a shot to the neck
you made it
to work
slow down
you made it to work
your hands are makeshift Broadmoor's
held tight
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No Euphemisms Allowed
04:03
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Nessasary Stress
04:15
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caught a shock last night
i thought i heard a baby screaming outside
it was nothing to my surprise
my head's been swelling for some time
dissipating sun, something holding under
why couldn't winter run?
using sleep to get relief from what i haven't done, oh sean
you could've been someone
called it off last night
i left my brain by the roadside
i' shedding skin, and i'm recycling regret from a chance that i missed
i called in sick to the precipice, i wake up and i'm glad that i still exist
stuck to a heated kitchen, i had to concentrate, on the movement of my eyes, as they scoured the blinds
take mental pictures, try not to faint, make it back to bed again.
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Movement
05:17
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Frank Turner has no arms ™
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