Quiet, I'm thinking it's kind of difficult
I can't hold up the conversation
it's difficult to sympathize
my need to resuscitate intensifies
the bolt thrust sharp right between my eyes
inside I crumble, perishing, intentionally, explicitly
there's nothing I can do
there's nothing

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