When that crust is so hard it's disgusting. As it layers slowly to merely burst out. As lights off the modem remind you of those candle light nights. As those tears burst out to bokeh dancing out to incubus in my room. Burst they do not to dimmed commotion of your free spotify ads but to them candle light nights. Layers and layers of unresolved qualms. Crusting over time, sinking your true self at its epicenter, Primal insecurities over and over. Consistent commotion.
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