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Head beating, heart thinking...just a breath but too much to take in.
A man on a mission, self destruction. One day to the next, blurry vision.
Tempers fly, synapses fry...a cause, or just the result of an unstable mind. Locked in. No crumbs to be found on a table thats bound to be gone in this nothing that is the corner of my mind. No chairs no tea cups, no place to put ones feet up, just a rope seems to be all i can find. Consumed by this, suddenly a light switches on in my head, a way out. I take a deep breath an hold on to this thought, to dream to this depth theres a fight thats been fought. Going gettin tough? Tight chest feel like you've had enough? Fuck going, we're gone. Time to breathe, focus...then on with the next one. Straight to the top, a wish, a want, full stop? Hope, just a flicker. Censored for a reason...