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{May 14, 2013}   Cacophony

waitinggggggg
so much noise up here in my head
i try to separate the real from the fake
the sane from the insane
there’s no damn room left for right or wrong
survival instincts kick in
mixing it up with hulk-sized guilt because baby,
i was born that way,
ain’t no pop-stars needed to sing my obvious
and they sure as hell haven’t come up with a horror to rival my own, self-induced or otherwise
you can take a train to a plane or sail halfway across the world,
no amount of miles can put out this fire
it burns steady and unforgiving
and it can’t reduce the din in my head
nothing can turn down the volume
not when the one thing that echoes louder than the lot
is that sound you make when i do that thing

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