The remote control idiot will shut you out faster than you can ask for help.
The perfect gun aims every which way but one…
Fill up your hard drive with everything you can get your greedy fucking hands on
Then reformat yourself.
Ticking time bomb that I am.
There will be no car to take me where I’m going.
Straight to nowhere.
He will not save me.
I remind myself of this daily;
Then seek the connection with humans I so desperately need…
But never find.
Limited to acquaintance.
What will never be.

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