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I cannot  Do Not want to express myself

"I sighed a song that silence brings it's the one that everybody knows. oh everybody knows the song that silence sings and this was how it goes these looms that weave apocryphal they're hanging from a strand these dark and empty rooms were full of incandescent hands an akward pause a fatal flaw time it's a crooked bow" "fifty-five and three-eighths years later at the bottom of this gigantic crater an armchair calls to you yeah, this armchair calls to you and it says that some day we'll get back at them all with epoxy and a pair of pliers as ancient sea slugs begin to crawl through the ragweed and barbed wire"

' energy can neither be created or destroyed  -  only transferred ' where am I in this equation. everything takes; pulls energy yet when it's my turn to receive - I am passed by without a second glance. leaving me to struggle. . . I am vanishing into nothing.