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And these arrangements weren't arranged?...or were they? No. These detatchments...that anxiety and the shame. And Serotonin could not win. Could not save him. A bursting synapse will beg for more Living for the rest of what? I don't have to wait for this. Living for the rest of what? I don't have to wait for him. It's been so long since the last time, all the wrong trials have been re-tried. There is fury in the weightless so beware. Look. I'm giving notice. Giving in. Undoing this. Is it heartless to walk away. And by the motives I will act. These harsh attacks Are mere examples of how it feels. Why did I even try. From Letras Mania