Mood: anxious
Book: ESP A learning centred approach
Music: Placebo
Grasping for air while your words etch my soul,
Carving it deep with the musts and shoulds as well as the don'ts
I've seen it collide to my despair
as everything suddenly fades...
I have felt it as I've clung to your breath...
I've been feeling down prior to this,
little chances of survival that's what I see,
see and know...
My regret and guilt won't let me be,
won't free me from captivity,
they won't release me as I wish they would,
all this pain is an illusion,
and even though I don't share many things with the proles,
I am... still... part of it all.
I would like to cleanse myself,
but I can't.
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