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I think my footsteps are broken
No sound through my sole
Something permeated deaf
Into this little heart
I think my lips are sealed
Hot wax of defeat
Not that words would project anyway
Because I think I’ve lost my tongue
Where could they be?, my hands
Numbing in vibrations
And I’ve no inclinations
That they’re showing what I’ve planned
Taut and hollow, mine own voice
Tied down, overwrought, mine own hands
Clip clop, don’t hear my feet
And it’s not because I’m just discreet
Can’t you hear me?
No sound through my sole
Something permeated deaf
Into this little heart
I think my lips are sealed
Hot wax of defeat
Not that words would project anyway
Because I think I’ve lost my tongue
Where could they be?, my hands
Numbing in vibrations
And I’ve no inclinations
That they’re showing what I’ve planned
Taut and hollow, mine own voice
Tied down, overwrought, mine own hands
Clip clop, don’t hear my feet
And it’s not because I’m just discreet
Can’t you hear me?
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:/ Hm. Life is going all right right now in certain ways. I mean, it's fun and all and dreadful at the same time. But I feel like the fun is fake and the yes's are insecure, and the wants feel dreadful and the sins regrettable....
Losing yourself, breaking yourself, why must I want this? Do I want this....apparently so.
Losing yourself, breaking yourself, why must I want this? Do I want this....apparently so.
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Very muted and repressed, interesting.