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my blood boils far too quickly and my skin is freezing every second of the day. im tired of the ice, and my rage is the only thing that seems to warm it up, the only thing that'll keep me alive in this tundra. My only last chance of perfection or just plain survival is to quicken the pace. I cant just bring it down anymore when im tired or feeling woozy. I've to to keep it up. I've got to put everything together. I hate normality, and i really want the unexpected to come out from the corner. but right now its a straight ass hallway, something that the end is too far away for me to even take a single glance at.. sometimes i just need a boost to see that far, can you let me stand on your back and look out? maybe this last final plunge of weight on your shoulders will bring you back to this time, our time. now.