one hundred seventy seven

9-9-15
I just want to be alone and sit in a room where I'm safe.
These days and this concept of blind deception we call time
Are slipping through my fingertips like sand.
We're a fucked up generation
But we've never peaked so high before.
We have the world at the edge of our seats
Yet we don't quite have anything at all.
- (m.m)

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