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Escape is never fast
enough to run from all
all the bullshit that's dragging me
dragging me beyond myself
taking over my mind at night
with coffee and smoke
like shrewd cunning aliens
working out plans
how to fuck me over
in a grand universal way
I am away with words
words have a way with me
the words run away to be
burning ballistic thoughts
shooting from one unnescessary memory
to another
I am in need of a transplant
an abduction of my mind
from myself
denial is going to will me
defiance is going to kill me
in the end