No amount of thinking will stop you from thinking

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Tudo em volta é concreto
The last standing at the party
Never accepting it had to end
Insular and brittle
Social jetlag
You look like a pile of cocaine blowing away in the wind
A distant smirk
My whole life is not full blown insomnia
But rather just the long, slow, inevitable build up to it
...Just getting a surface rest. Always rehearsing to reality
Living in Kraina Grzybów