The ruts I'm in never seem to want to let me go. They hold on, grip onto my flesh so tightly I feel bound. Bound by everything. Now the rut's become a whirlpool and it starts to suck mass in. Inward, into a never-ending feud of eternal gravity. I wonder why things happen this way. For a reason?? Yeah. That's a permanent saying. Oh well. Life as we know it. Been walking around with a numb heart for the past I don't know how long. Anger seems to be the only other emotion I feel.
Oh well. Life. As we know it.
Just make me a permanent fixture in your lyrical mixture. For I'm at a juncture, about to puncture.
-Numb hearted-
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