SO IT WAS YOU, ALL ALONG: - August 31st, 2030

THE FARTHEST THING AWAY FROM AN EMOTIONAL INVESTMENT.

a helicopter chewed the linings of the clouds above the clear-cuts. how resigned you were to your oblivion, unlistening to the cumuli as they swept past. and soon those gusts will mill you, when the backhoe comes to dredge your roots, but that is not what most impends, as the chopper descends to the hospital roof so that somebody’s heart can be massaged back into its old habits. mine went a little haywire at the crest of the road, on whose other side you lay in blossom. as if your purpose were to defibrillate me with a thousand electrodes, one volt each.

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31 August 2030 @ 12:12 pm

DON'T BE MAD 'CAUSE I'M DOING ME BETTER THAN YOU DOING YOU.

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO TRUST ANYBODY WHEN YOU DON'T TRUST YOURSELF?

I JUST GOT THE MOTIVATION / YOUR TALENT'S JUST A BUNCH OF LUCK, HARD WORK, AND DEDICATION, BUT LATELY IT'S RUN AMOK.

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