In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time: the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
Thomas Carlyle
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Break
Indeed I have sucked it up to heights
Unknown to those outside
My body has contained and suppressed
And swallowed and abetted
Oh I am a stranger to myself
Beneath altruism dwells
A force uncontended
A voice that is tempered
To boiled and unhindered
Who am I kidding?
I am not some Mother there'sa
If I don't say something soon
I will break from the weight of the high road I take
No
Indeed I need my chance to fail
Some room to unravel
I need a chance to blame for two minutes
Unbridled, unbrazened
So I need imaginings of maiming
Fantasies of outright screaming
I need a chance to thrash for minutes
Uncontained, unforgiving
Who am I kidding?
I am not some Mother there'sa
If I don't do something soon
I will die from restraint
As a sick subjugate
No
I will move beyond, I'm certain of that
The sooner I go the quicker I'll be back
I would not threaten or cause you any harm
Have to get this out or my light will go out
Who am I kidding?
I am not some Mother there'sa
If I don't do something soon
I will die from restraint
As a sick subjugate