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That seven year itch became

A life-long twitch and now I'm

Agoraphobic to the bone

Anxiety pipe bomb of worthless steel and fading charm

Don't try to act like you don't know

A secret meeting time? Set the date, force field eyes

Apology: revoked

Gonna sleep sound on my own

Get away from your time zone

Flightless intention all the way away

Anakastic existence. Love? It's just an added expense and

This operation must downsize. Make a ripple and run

Cut off fingers one by one and

Input the output of the storm