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2am. paranoia and
comfort become synonymous. every shadow could be
cain. the freedom of silence locked away. memories of flailing and screaming beneath red lights
return fondly. i wish i could be there. outside something moves, im sure of it. too scared to sleep and too tired to stay awake. this is my time. feel it creep
in slowly, just above the barely audible hum. im
happy you cant see me now. so strong and so wise. let me run with my delusions. he
looks so pathetic now. you wont know because he
wont give you all the pieces. back and forth i
swing. splashing in and out never getting whet. all of this seems to have a point. some
epiphany if i just wait a little longer.
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