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Loud Machine

There are words beneath what come out at night you're fast asleep but for me the time is a loud machine.... im afraid to dream because the things i see that are set up by my own mind... ...well they surely don't comfort me can you come with me to an open place with a loud machine? it's taking up the space but you give me room to breathe. I think with the radio on, im starting to wonder if something is wrong cant seem to distinguish between every song all playing at once in a loop that goes on it's wearing away at my foundation, but you scare it off. can you come with me to that open place with a loud machine? its taking up the space but you give me room to breathe

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Book: Shattered Sighs