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it takes all my strength not to dig you up from the ground in which you lay  

we all get scared of sticking out our necks

I am paranoid. And for the first time in months I’m up with out a single thought of sleep past normal, functioning human hours. All over again, I am a robot. Relapse. Can’t go a year unscathed, or a full three sixty-five with out tasting everything twice.