Hear the sound of crying drifting in my brain, elevator prozac going insane. Dislocated daybreak hangs around my neck. Pale against the canvas, get ready for a change. I feel a hole inside my body. I want to go where insects hide the silence. I wake up to see all the long faces, leaving traces of broken hopes. Life leaves shortcuts of happy trails, history is the only thing that can take care of us. I sleep on a concrete bed, wake up to see all the long faces leaving traces of broken hopes.
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