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My processing system is unleashed...

tired of breathing, of being such a mess with a rolling head in a stopped world.

Wide pronunciated words hanging of my ears, trying not to scape and be listened,

sick and heavy words that i won't listen until i can listen my own.

All the whispers around have flown so far tonight, and they'll never come back...

i'm, at this time, unavailable to me, and also, unavailable to the rest.