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former friends in destructive bondsit pinpoints the
moment of change
themporal settings
temporary warmness
pick up the pieces
i'm the protagonist
willing to conform
i'm driving drunk
on self-loathing
and vengeful righteousness
on a temporal setting
frequently bothered
repeat offenders
on amateur crime waves
a sinking feeling
of not returning
to the point of origin
of decades and days
gone away
i'm learning every detail
deconstructing
preoccupied with less
and less and less
