Cutting ti(m)es. But not like wrists... more like the tension in the room. Keep falling asleep on everyone. This is where it all begins. The scars and the stories of it all. A firing squad of the nervous system.
Stay awake all night so your eyes blacken around like your insides feel. Not alive or dead.
My mind is(a sun)set. Allow me/these final words, to be your stepping stone.
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