deep breaths relax the best themselves
what elves have no oxygen with which to worry
let's hurry past this stop flopping safely on the other side
ridership is down we are all afraid of the dark
park your membership card in your pocket and step up
cup your face with your own hands in the mirror
stand and deliver a shivering assessment
the stress meant to keep you alive is doing so
survival is something other than life
a quiet knife slices past the future
now it is no more
different notes boast the remotest chance of difference it was a mistake the break was just a sprain i am too draining for your opportunities i would like to apologize for not apologizing enough i would like to read a different book and cook up the leftovers into something pleasantly surprising rising like bread instead of dough going over this again and before and after some disaster appears on the shelf reaching instead for something else this is a better decision this is a to-be collision i am waiting for the previews to end and the end to start
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