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Sore throat to inhale smoke and venom not my time or place anymore. Weird place, as it is- in the presence of my enemies and friends with proboscises embedded in my life supply of life. Swirling anger and confusion makes one forget the day and time number place not my place anymore as I said. Lost my touch, losing my edge, without a chance, what goes up must go down and I'm here watching everything fall on me. Breathe life into me.