trying to force myself into facing the inevitable, the unquestionable reality, the mystery is between the lines, but the lines are clear. all heading in the same direction. time marches on. i can't quit my job. i can't keep showing up. it's eating me alive.
hold out for that insurance. put me back in the machine. irradiate me. infuse my blood. i.m no the one who broke my body but i'm the one paying for it.
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this clouds not so black. just full of rain.
hold out for that insurance. put me back in the machine. irradiate me. infuse my blood. i.m no the one who broke my body but i'm the one paying for it.
.....
this clouds not so black. just full of rain.