running in place. sometimes the pace is a little frantic...sometimes, it's just plain slow. and then sometimes, i just stop and drown it out with a beer. drown your essence. hold its slick head under...

and it never dies. it'll never die. and that scares me. because i don't know what else to do...but run and drown your memory in alcohol concoctions...
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and where is the peace? when can i place my head on the pillow and just sleep, dreamless? starless? hopeless? are you still this real? is the line, drawn by so many years, that separates us real? i can't tell anymore.

everyday, i talk to you. everyday, i have no clue. everyday, i feel a little closer to insanity...to the black hole your star created.