Eyes scanning the room, looking for an escape route.
This is too much.
i thought i could swim faster harder longer than this. I look down and notice the floatation device between my legs. just goes to show you how disconnected i am to it all.
The room plays close to the record, almost never skips a beat. and here we are being secretive and lovely.
i feel sick to my stomach.
i pray for something that will come and save me. I pray for another savior. I pray for my demise, and your grandeur.
[I do not think i can be nice anymore.
I cannot stand by and take each blow with decency.
I am not that kid, never been.
You can take the kid out of the fight, but the fight's still here baby.]
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