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recycling_myself
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morphine.
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well, paper talks.
i just think maybe
you need to know
theres but one thing i truly care about.
as if you couldnt tell
from the way i talked.
but its that
its that
its not this
and when i fell, i couldnt help but bleed, so you heard it,
i fuckin let you hear it cuz
FUCK,
i couldnt help it.
i cant help much.
i say the same stupid sorta things over and over, i fuckin cant keep up with anything outside of what is going on anywhere even here.
i make little sense.
i dont remember little things.
i remember highs. they're my reason for that whole gettin through the day crap
but its all gettin so old
even now.
lemme recycle, im recycling myself
i cant stop recycling myself
idontknowhowtolive
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morphine.
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maybe i could try though
i could maybe try right now?
but its all nonsense in the end
tremendous nonsense
stupid fucking shit.
when you called,
it wasnt that i couldnt talk
it was just that i couldnt answer
i cant provide
you see,
theres just too much
i never know how the fuck to even speak anymore
i like to breathe, though
but its so trying
so you push me now.
you push me til im sour
til im so cold
while the others sweat
burn
b
l
a
z
e
.
and there are so many fucking PEOPLE
they all parade into my room
theyre here at all fuckin hours,
like til 6 in the morning, you know, some shit like that
i dont even really fuckin know, you know,
because i dont look at clocks much these days.
not sure what the point is, i guess.
not sure what the problem is with just kicking through clouds.
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morphine.
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the people are still here.
they actually dont ever leave.
i dont know what they see in this place.
i dont know what they see in me.
im nothing special.
im merely a ''thing''.
i said ''fuck you''.
they didnt listen.
they seldom listen.
maybe i should try to sob.
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morphine.
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maybe crying would do them in.
maybe crying would make them stop caring.
they like the togetherness of me.
but soon it will not be so.
i cant get over this
until you split it and
laugh with me
and that day?
i said some things to you
that werent ''appropriate''
but its what she likes best
so i guess im okay.
but everything is just so stupid.
pretty much, you know.
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morphine.
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i always say things and try to cancel out the significance after
because i dont think theres much validity underneath
but my laugh is so intense
itll make you cry.
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morphine.
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i do laugh a lot.
i laugh so much because it feels so fucking good.
i like to dismiss
dismiss dismiss dismiss
all seriousness
needs dismissal
because
i
cant
take shit
the way
itshouldbetaken.
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morphine.
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lets all fuck each other now,
all these people who decide to gallop into my room
i do have a door, you_know.
but it wouldnt stay shut if i glued it.
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morphine.
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the people keep coming
visiting
watching.
its like they dont know
that i havent got much left to entertain them with
except for the one thing i know how to do.
which i suppose is a fuck of a lot.
but still.
tell me how you how you how you look at me like that
when i thought i could turn tables
better than a spinner.
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morphine.
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i'm so stupid.
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morphine.
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but so is everything, you know.
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Syrope
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pulling myself out of the garbage, washing off the grime, and recycling myself for more than i'm worth
i miss the sunscreen song
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