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A corridor of screams

A high tide raises all ships

There was to be no late period mellowing

They treat us like animals here

People don’t care anymore

Sometimes I cant tell if you’re a zen master or a sociopath

I’m having to catch myself more and more.
I’m lucky there’s a side of me that spots trouble and shakes me away from it.
The trouble feels intoxicating with its irresistible pull and its promise of nothingness.
I like the moment I catch myself, but I’m not sure it’s worth the pain of the trouble.
We’re quite like our father, whether we choose to be or not

Truth is only here-say

It’s day one every day
