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In group tonight the kids,. I mean it as they know and feel the same or similar as you do. As I do, as adults do. The trials and tribulations of life, love, stress, and set backs. These kids they feel like numbers too. They got cards with numbers. Wondering how to pay for shit with numbers. Just another set of numbers.

There is a knocking in my chest. Splintered heart lives in a cage. Without a key, spills through. The spaces; it yearns to be free. But there is a maze inside my. Head that cannot be solved. My lungs coated in clingfilm. A buzzing behind my eyes. And the candle inside me. Light a match, forget I was. Here, hold me while I. Convulse; I am trapped. Inside a body, I am. As the wheels turn,. And the lights turn off. Let me forget that I was.

I finally get around to telling you the what and the how of my thesis! A transcript follows.

A thin curling thread of smoke rising towards the ceiling;. A man wrapped in thin white fabric. Chanting incantations in a basement;. A car moving slowly on a sterile road in rush-hour traffic;. Gum-scarred sidewalks, chain-linked fences,. Wet orange leaves pressed flat against the buzz-cut grass;. Swallows cut against the pale blue sky.