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[kingtycoon]

Everything becomes impossible.
Too late dreamless and unbidden
Comes the thing that's defeat.
Shame and memories. Tired-
See. So I end up noticing gritted teeth
Sullen days. It's a waste
- a waste of people to put us to this use

Worked too hard and the tired mind
Turns ever against itself.
Kill yourself! Commands the tired mind.
From shame!
But it's not because it wants you to die
It just wants to sleep

Anyhow fuck these long days growing shorter