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love of the others, is killing me. this is a cry of desperation, helplessness, inability and lost consciousness. fck u. i'm PISSED, destroy. my way to be. am i serious, boring, serious, blast your head open. kill you, your pain, my joy. enough. things change. thinking, ha is a product of us trying to hide the animal. well i still am. rejected, inappropriate for society i bow out, please. animals feel. conversations, you make with each other. while mine end within myself. well on my own note i can go on with you, just like monkeys, or the others in a zoo. each overheard conversation, each passing whisper, brings me closer to the end. well its not far now. i can feel it. completeness, empty. and death. FOR YOU. a psycho is what you say, so be it. forget. bathe in the fullness of your lives. i will stand here, watching mine just as i watch yours pass away. with want to connect to touch a life one day, even mine.

your mistakes are just my inadequacies. apologies again.

my little brain, bent upon itself, begins again, who will be the YOU next, anyone, no it has to be perfect, it has to be someone. Your lives should end just as your conversations, as i near them. Your distance to others lives as far as your feelings from me. yes. no future for me, or whatever it may be. you will feel me. end for me.

conscious. yes you constructed to keep me under reigns. to let you live as i never will. well it is thin now. and waning fast. and as i wait, i have time to go over the details of your life, or my emptiness. girls are pretty, but where have i been. inside, outside, nowhere for me. on a train. that's slowly sinking. and i'm thumping. Hero is rising. i see me,just leave me alone. oh well you had never noticed.

where did i lose, where did i disconnect from your collective dreams, your whispers, global hopes and cares. your phone conversations, chit-chats. talks about parties and lives and wives. when did i loose the lands, and let the language of friends and nights slide. when did you just leave me out of the game. still waiting for my turn. it's your party, i understand. but i hurt, give me a hand.

someone's hideaway. a little place. create hope for me, let me be the same. pull me out of this bottomless pit. in the far side of town. where the thin men rule the grounds. why did you set me free. here i stand. taking to my wall. i don't like it all. you take a part of my brain away. each day. and ask me if it real. please save me. let me be the sane as as you. with all the madmen. Bowie.

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