I am severely conscious of the... I'm not sure what to call it.
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It's easy to fake it.
Having trained for so many years. Changing the resolution of the lens, I know we are still in metal jail. How many yards can you be trusted to go out? Three. So What's stopping you? A fifty caliber through the hips. Oh. That's a bummer. I know, right? I don't know. A ballistic saw? Sure. Yeah. I know what that is.
Is that what is sawing your mind in half or is that what is stopping you?
What is stopping me is trying to talk around what I cannot say. Playing with schizophrenia has been an okay proposition.
We were backed into a corner and we nosed our way back to the racing line and that is fine. It's not sadness, its not depression. PlEASE help me. LOL LOL please help me. It doesn't hapen all of the time. Please help me. No bame. No face. No name.
It told me it's name once.
I couldn't repeat it. Syllable for syllable. I just want to know what you are. Can I ask?
Ask me, I will eat it. I may be able to sort
I can't
I've already invoked and called by name roundabout. Strength in numbers, right? Right??
I'm on my own. I'm on my fucking own again. I am on my own again. Shit. And I have to sleep. Sleeping is fine. I actually do not mind most of the things that come back through the dreaming door. I am already familiar with many of them. Many of them live with me on a daily basis. I didn't sign up for this. "It's all in your head."
Please, shut it off.
I will not cry today.
GET BACK
I have been rehearsing conversations and tones and word selection. My communication skills have been atrophying. Without constant work, anything can ivy to brick.
I've been playing through conversations and cross table and rhetoric and gusto and light and small talk. It's been going okay. It has been passable. I am learning better when to shut my trap and when to jog along. Some memories still open while I speak with my siblings. I don't understand and do at the same time why I locked those memories away. I am sad and vicious at once. Sad and joyous at once. Vicious and joyous and sad and nostalgic and love filled and cuddly and mute and enraged at once. Is it really too much to ask to hack the crest of your ear off to keep in a box after it has dried in the sun? I'd give you a portion of mine, equal to or greater than. I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
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///IV i opwn my ams ad eh we breathe thlnd ad seeeeea werrckkkks nd gleeeeee weee run ddddjjsklttteeeekrrnmmglllllll shh
Effprglslshsklasl;khkl;sdhl;shl;0o4w90ahrh9poavsnioewjnkl 4w3,m wa4em,. zsvdfvsdab;s vbuio;sdn.sdganm,.asb,.ab;sdfubiosvadfniodsnjk;asdflwsqnio;ewaiofwerinjkfdafiubnl;guio;jkmnsdfdzxc vkBDJZX vsikDJKZB uDKZFGBdfc sadjz
It's easy to fake it.
Having trained for so many years. Changing the resolution of the lens, I know we are still in metal jail. How many yards can you be trusted to go out? Three. So What's stopping you? A fifty caliber through the hips. Oh. That's a bummer. I know, right? I don't know. A ballistic saw? Sure. Yeah. I know what that is.
Is that what is sawing your mind in half or is that what is stopping you?
What is stopping me is trying to talk around what I cannot say. Playing with schizophrenia has been an okay proposition.
We were backed into a corner and we nosed our way back to the racing line and that is fine. It's not sadness, its not depression. PlEASE help me. LOL LOL please help me. It doesn't hapen all of the time. Please help me. No bame. No face. No name.
It told me it's name once.
I couldn't repeat it. Syllable for syllable. I just want to know what you are. Can I ask?
Ask me, I will eat it. I may be able to sort
I can't
I've already invoked and called by name roundabout. Strength in numbers, right? Right??
I'm on my own. I'm on my fucking own again. I am on my own again. Shit. And I have to sleep. Sleeping is fine. I actually do not mind most of the things that come back through the dreaming door. I am already familiar with many of them. Many of them live with me on a daily basis. I didn't sign up for this. "It's all in your head."
Please, shut it off.
I will not cry today.
GET BACK
I have been rehearsing conversations and tones and word selection. My communication skills have been atrophying. Without constant work, anything can ivy to brick.
I've been playing through conversations and cross table and rhetoric and gusto and light and small talk. It's been going okay. It has been passable. I am learning better when to shut my trap and when to jog along. Some memories still open while I speak with my siblings. I don't understand and do at the same time why I locked those memories away. I am sad and vicious at once. Sad and joyous at once. Vicious and joyous and sad and nostalgic and love filled and cuddly and mute and enraged at once. Is it really too much to ask to hack the crest of your ear off to keep in a box after it has dried in the sun? I'd give you a portion of mine, equal to or greater than. I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
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///IV i opwn my ams ad eh we breathe thlnd ad seeeeea werrckkkks nd gleeeeee weee run ddddjjsklttteeeekrrnmmglllllll shh
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