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My True Love

 It's been a month since I've had liquor. My sweet one, why do you leave me? I don't want this pain anymore, Please let me escape it. I don't think I'll survive long My aid has now been ruptured and torn. I'm not free of you, I want your sweet return, Another lullaby to pass the time as if I'm young Please come back I can't do this anymore I miss you so much, please one more time for me Don't let me forget you My memories so entangled without you Where do you go now? One more sip please I beg of you Cheers for my success, aid for my pain Pretense when I smile, an end when it rains I want to die without you my love I will be no more

Thought Machine

 



I'm a commodified mentality.



Idea production transcends my identity.


Shouting, screaming and bellowing to be heard...


Forced into a production machine; it's cold, clammy, and cramped.


 Ideas matter more than emotions.


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