it's dark.. and the lake is frozen. wishing on the stars. tired, but no longer empty. my throat is swollen, and my necklace is tight. i can't scream. i can't talk right. i have no inflection. only infection. a scab unto the world. insomnia and a hole beneath the stars. scarred. my arm. grease will do these sorts of things. i have an agenda. i don't know what it is. most likely sleeping. and being lame. my job is fucking stupid. demonstrating sanity. demons tread insanity. a smile. a touch. a heart. a husk. something more than nothing. i'll be here. i'll be there. i'll be wherever i need to be at that given moment. cryptic musings. lack of sleep. i can't sleep. i hate sleep. i need sleep. i will deny myself as long as possible. to spare my mind the agony. sleep is never good to me. these dreams are not civil beings.
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hi.