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got a headache.

but i dont feel my heart break.

fragments of what is called calm, provoke an arch of dislodged.

wheres my spark of movitation?

maybe i sold it all to temptation.

an augmantation.

i wanted a small simulation of my well be held patience.

Created some infliction of indifference.

Riding on a pivot of "i deserve this".

Stern voices remind me without intising.

But i feel the violence.

Earth spurn up an idealogy through simple living.

Created the moment of ignoring.

but trust reaps, and a another voice seeps.

I try to creak, yet the door was closed before it even opened.

they call me different because i have a foot in it.

they call it the grave, because im always at stake.

but this is what i take.

I lie wide awake about things i cannot change.