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[roobusta]

I'm slipping again,
I can feel it creeping through again,
Shot me down in your haste
and I can't even figure out why.
Why I stay, why the charade.
It's some cruel drug,
The more it abuses you the more you love it!
When I'm safe I feel hollow,
Like the walls around me are glass
and could come crashing down any minute.
I could go to the coast
and commit myself to the water.
Then I could wander forever