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I want to settle down. I'm tired of myself and the building up for breaking down.
It's a still life overflow. I'm stuck below zero.
A flood of feeling in made up meaning. A rush until there is no remainder.
But I won't stop kissing clocks until I find love and I'll scream until we are no longer empty.
And you'll be a heart beat away.
A black hole forming.
That will dissolve and disintegrate into nothing.