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fifth ticket to sit here and suffer

and i'm further down the line

sat here long enough to think

that now i'll be fine

but somehow i've fooled you all

when all i wanted was my own dissatisfaction

so what are these times of torture

but jaded fragments of vice and life

what are these ideas of failure

kept holstered by my side?

i open doors to the ever-flourishing voids in my soul

even worse is that i have let people learn to care for them