I have nothing new to talk about, say or do. I feel the constant talk of falling into the everlasting darkness that haunts the light just behind my eyes is repetitive repetitive repetitive repeat. I must be stuck on repeat. Going round and round the same ideals, day by day, stuck with the same thing the same thing the same thing. Again and again again again again sleep tired sleep weak repeat.
I am stuck
I am stuck
I am stuck
I am stuck
I am-
asleep.
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