self control
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Due to popular belief. I believe that certain things are due to happen naturally.
Like all other things it's bound to grow. This thing, love.
We are due to become obese to this organic, homegrown feeling.
Click-clack, the LCDs
Quiet, the fears in me
I'm the sane one
This is my celebration
In here, I am a God
I'll take, all you have got
Without reason
No room for conversation
Behind these glasses my mind growls - full of emptiness - like my stomach. Not fed. A mosquito trapped in a window. My mind trapped in a tiger's cage. Gnawed, ripped.
