hang-overs from the sub-conscious
knocking at your door called reality
kept hidden, buried within.
they're seeping secrets that must not leak.
(only elasto-seal can fix)
a delicate process of disarming a ticking timebomb.
i won't be wrecklessly honest anymore.
suppress suppress suppress
only the ticking time can save me from this distress.
walk with the weight of your own demons.
no lung was made to last.
one deep intake of oxygen would barely
save us from lethally planting
our faces onto the ground.
you are your own steward.
go be stupid.
for you are your own steward.
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