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Today's(yesterday was) two days away from Tuesday. What I'm trying to say is, it's shameless how the world gets to gaming us. Piting us up against one another in smothering grip. Choke holds intellectualist, negative relationships. Fake sensationalism. More and more synthesis for dealing with rhythms. I've done bled wicked. I've givin my heart. It was returned dark, bloodless suctioned up useless. Siphoned off into all but ruin. I had my heart returned full with venom. I saved it for this day. I thought I could escape,I thought I could get away. Resistance from my old ways came back to haunt my new ways. I dreamt of two things, one being with you, the other being without you and thats an issue that I can't stand to tell the truth. My heart's not bulletproof.... i didn't start... to get the hang of losing like it's an art. I did it cuz I saw to the finish in a matter of minutes and the spoils looked delicious. Now how to get it without acting too conspicuous? Or does that matter or even make sense