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a nameless voice, the crescendo of rain and a heartless choice masked with a childish metaphor. if perception is reality, i want to go blind. so, here i am: i jumped and i'm flying and spinning and waiting to hit the green-brown-black flesh of the earth below me above me below me above me and shatter into a million blue-eyed blonde-haired pieces. oxygen is stabbing me in the back and shoving itself down my throat, and despite all that i can't breathe. i'm shunning the fogged-up window-eyes emotion i bring forth and strangling my heart because i hate how much i hate myself. i'm multiplying the decibels by the thousands because the music