Drained.

Here I go.

Such a fragile lane.

I'm completely emotional.

Not a single question has been answered.

Give up now. My energy is of a frail lantern.

These pieces of paper have made it a constant struggle.

The silence. The stillness. I must take off this musical muzzle.

The desperation is growing bigger in appetite. Hungry. Craving. Starving. I've lost my sanity.

…….!

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I surrender.

The harmonic structures are so tender.

Comfort at last.

The papers begin to fill. No questions asked.

Without you I'd go insane.

Forever will you be my form of cocaine.