repetition, repetition over and over again, we´re going in the only direction that we know: it´s always only backwards, the past is here to stay, rewind the tape and discover traces of our dna, stagnant, summarized existence, we revolve around the same narrow-minded coward´s dictionary, all meaning already attributed, everything right where it belongs constant and consistent, a life passed in subjunctive prolonged-infinitely, all the would haves, could haves and should haves prolonged infinitely, security, security, try so hard to prolong this infinitely, none of this really matters anymore, it´s so quiet here, a numbed pulse, a flatline.

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