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non-descript passages of purposefully vague verbage
populate the pages of my newest notebooks
lately i've been at a loss for words
& distant from my own emotions
if eternal return is true
i'll call this hole my abyss
if eternal return is true
welcome to my abyss
non-perscripted bottles of low-schedule anesthetics
litter my floor, what a pathetic aesthetic
lately i've been talking in circles
wish i could remember when i last felt certain
i'll carve my veins out into this abyss
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Nikolai Tesla
03:42
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shaky knees & shakier footing
"maybe"s & the buzzing of May's bees
it's unclear what you're thinking
let's talk it over & then we'll see
how we feel about everything,
about the possibility of you & me
violence only takes you so far
but self-loathing should take you all the rest
babe just hop in the car
i'll drive us far away & let you drive the rest
cigarette butts in the summer
i'm feelin like a total bummer
you ask me how i'm doin'
deep down i know something's brewin'
fill yr cup until it's spilling over
we'll drink away our uncertainties
this growing co-dependence
is exposing all my frailties
you're wasted & i'm wasting away
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leap year
02:45
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you come around every once in a while
just like the 29th of february
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smokers only
03:50
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you tell yourself & everybody else that you want to quit smoking
you don't quite mean it but you're not quite joking
the habit that you really want to kick is you & me
and everything that you think that means
you lit the fire, and now i'm choking
on the smoke spires and the air i breathe in between
you didn't want to see what i became when you left me be
the indication of smoke inhalation & my lone, smoldering body
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tecato gusano
04:35
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yr cold indifference takes its toll on me
you sold what i gifted just to get some peace (of mind)
i can't call you at any time
just to say i'm doing fine
anyways it'd be a lie
on my back 'neath texas skies
as venom spews out from your throat
my vision's blurry as i choke
on words i wrote down but never spoke
i breathe in the smoke
i'm not saying that you're a liar, i wish you'd tell the truth once in a while
i wanna die here
sometimes i just want to die
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bm was here
02:36
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i've been practicing my slipknots
for when the big day finally comes
my shoes are polished
and suit's all pressed
for the opening day
i'll go out like Brooks from Shawshank
but the joke's still on me
in an interesting reversal
it's not the grand premier
it's just the dress rehearsal
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SLC funk
03:09
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lately i haven't been sleeping much at all
w/o bad dreams, pot or alcohol
and i wonder when i became such a fucking downer
i would surely cut my ties if that was in my power
i'm getting older and one day closer to death
i should've known better than to hold my breath
but it's hard to be all alone when you're 1,000 miles from home
and i'm not sure where to call home anymore
if they find my wreckage along westbound I-84 it's okay because i felt dead long before
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CLOSR
06:45
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Evan Gordon Dallas, Texas
i eat garbage for the city
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