(bully central), directed at me. get behind here and show me how, its just unbelievably rude. wrinkled vacant and silent. soft beige cotton wool floats above the sheep fields, melting faster every evening. and a lonely walk home finds a massive lightbulb puncturing the void. all is calm, all is slight. i'll be back again. no speaking. long stares. that determination sets us free, we get to live later. not now. take me to last year, 'take me to your leader', take me away as I myself did. i was explaining greige to them in my dream, always hiding.. abandoning them each day to a house of morons. burn it out, see it there.
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