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Incendiary
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Sinking
It's hard waking up when you'd rather be dead, each day I'm putting out the fires inside my head. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, no longer aware of my desires. The memories cut like a knife, sinking in, rotting out. I'm standing on the deck of a sinking ship, trying to remember where everything went. We have the past packed out in bags and slung over our backs. We drag these memories like a drifter along the road. Now I know what it's like to be your own worst enemy. This has happened all before, and it'll happen once again, with each new day spent praying for the end.
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