the heart is just an organ

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here we are again, staving ourselves from the high, gongs ringing in our

ears, half deaf from the screaming we do each night, we don't need drugs to get high - we crave

absoluteness, consistency in our collective instability. We are deranged in our

restlessness, pouring ourselves down the drain with smiles stretched on our faces like

the wilting rosepetals of wintertime anywhere but here - where the ground freezes over.