.It was somwhere around Sheffield where my conscious concedes. Fiction halts, the drugs began to wear>
Thin. Colored obvious, the world slid off it's tilt. Waking up each night, from the gravitational pull.
What is the sound of something trying not to make a sound? So sick of all the same old .
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