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the things that promise imidiate satisfaction hold so much more temptation than those that imply long term benifits.
i am endlessly thankful but have no energy to repay. so expect nothing from a pretty surface, no matter the texture.
texts and warmth provide temporary satisfaction, while still restless, though wishing not to be.
i envy the paranoid and the truly lazy. the paranoid know someone is thinking of them, constantly famous, and the lazy can relax, sleep, and reboot. i reboot over and over, ignoring lack of rest, reboot endlessly to upp for the test, in hope of new something. still nothing comes knocking, and when the knock comes the door will not unlock, because the key is under lock. the lock is undermined, and the undermined come to mind, and again all my inner ear hears is ❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘❘

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