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Shadow of The Environment

Turning faces to the same old tune. Mix me a molotov or fly me to the moon. The pain stops here or it inflames. Playing games with the order we've had before. Same old score. The clichés run in here as you would expect. I've come to expect nothing less. 

It's in the shadow of the environment. Cancelled appointments - the list of disappointments. Remember all your disturbed teenage dreaming. It'll never work here. But simplicity was the spice that came with a price. Your face in the shadows. Lurking in every memory.

Spindly wires have you remembering every disturbed teenage dream. The spaces between friends gets bigger. Spatially enclosed, the nightmares make you remember phrases in other languages. Even in bad syntax you get the blues. Piranhas in the bathtubs. The perfect place to bleed for careless translation in transport.

The injections will stop the pain only for a while. In the end there's always another diagnosis. If only things were perfect, these memories wouldn't hurt so much. How they rip me apart until I lay down and fall asleep again. These days I only dream in braille but maybe that's for the best when it happens.

In the shadow of the environment, I turn to you and I let go.

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