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Symbiosis
02:19
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though it's fun relating to each other it can't be good for us. Constantly clawing desperately at the ground for the tracks you thought you'd left - it's gets so old so very soon. It's a pathetic thing to do. And I still have daydreams of all my friends dying that don't ever leave me. Sadly, you and I have made empathetic the new pathetic. I have a very grainy photograph taped to a note for me to look at, and let me tell you, every word you wrote to me was undeserved. I'll consider it payback, but you don't owe me. I'm just glad I'm not alone anymore. I'm gonna steal lines from your spoken word poetry - aren't I lovably detail oriented?
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Morning Naps
03:19
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If you were to ask me how much time I had to spend on filling gaps between the lines in hopes to leave everything behind I couldn't tell you it's a part of me the decision to let go of anything a strong obsession the fear of losing the ones that always kept me from thinking too loud
Hopeful answers bring me back around for more insisting on finding the reasons behind these peculiar metaphors Dull stories about how people get along I guess a solid explanation could prove all the flaws
To me this was all that I had and the rest will be set into place believe me when I said you're liar this whole year it was all just a waste your legs couldn't get you far but we are just too naïve hard to see from the middle where it's all been done Too soon to believe. Maybe if we had a conversation I might get across a point or two no matter what the choice is the outcome's the same and we are meant to lose. too bad you just had to say it now nobody's home I guess it's too confusing I'm always better when I'm alone.
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Sans Smarts
02:32
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say something the next time it gets this bad. I caught on late and let you drag this alone, so let me know. Get back to writing it down - the slow, familiar sound of your voice over phone lines - reading it aloud. I can't get around keeping an eye out, so next time you won't have to act so loud.
How did I stumble in compensating for you going through all this at once? (Sad to think I still count on you to stand) Of all the moments for me to do this, it had to be the important one.
My shoulder can't hold up much longer it's got to keep up the heaviest, most direct violation of vital connection you might call my disposition - because in this situation if you feel completely wasted away, it's dreadful to think that I could be any bit distracted today.
Take this out on anyone else, anyone else but yourself.
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