Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute.
Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while.
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses
Falling all around..., all around.
Why are you so petrified of silence?
Here, can you handle this?
Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines?
Or when you think you're going to die?
Or did you long for the next distraction?
And all I need now is the intellectual intercourse;
a soul to dig the hole much deeper.
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying.
If only I could kill the killer.
A.M.
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