life is slow and beginning to suck and this is a putsch and i am slowly going under anaesthetic, nurse! as my eyes close and adolescense slides by and hell is a phone call away and fear replaces hope until the two are interchangeable, begin transmission now and i fall to my knees in worship of someone who isn't there and never has been, and never will be. and walls come up in my face and i run around them until one moves directly in front of me and i smack into it with all of my weight and fall, and the crowd whispers "is he faking?" while waiting for me to get up i don't... will i ever rise again?? that's not my choice i think. do i want to get up???Birth sign: Aries
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