Apply pressure to my mind, for it is wounded.
I am leaking forth, uncontained.
Hold me back from destruction, for I shall surely fail. On the brink of disaster or creation.
Ultimation indecipherable from concievement.
Farewells are tangy and cold upon the softly naive lips of an infant.
These gratitudes are meaningless obstructions to life.
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