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Terminal block

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What would you do with a year to live?

I’d probably say all I could,play as much guitar as I could, forget that life is a mess, spend as much time being happy as you could.

I don’t think I’m done talking, I think I’m just done talking to you. You didn’t earn my trust,,there was no love for audience ,closer to the opposite. If I dance it’s because I felt like it. Modern life means watching a lot of people dance.

I don’t think I’m there yet, and real connection feels terrifying, I can fight everyone but 100% don’t want to be loved by anyone, don’t want to lower those gates.

We made plans for today but I could save this person a lot of headache by ghosting them, just turn the phone off, run away and stay quiet and compact,

What’s the right thing to do?

I still don’t even like myself, you engage when you’re wrong and it makes you a liar, you try to share a part of yourself ,heart and mind, and I dunno, it’s all poison.

Everything I do is poison. Spit some shit that’s going to get at you and be fuckin with your mind-DMX

Pretty awesome feelings to wake up to.

All flinch, first thing in the morning, your psyche screams

Get away,

Just get away from them , remove yourself, run far away and be stealthy about it. Quiet costs loneliness and you’re used to it.

Bleh.

Icky shit man, icky icky fucking headspace, as soon as you open your eyes. I don’t like the dude typing this, not a fan. You probably shouldn’t lay that on other people.

At least I don’t steal.

Got that goin for me

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