my silent undoing
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The Wail
The wail was there when he Woke up that morning.
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The Rider on the Wheel
And the Rider at the Wheel, in spite of how fucked-up everything currently feels, is doing the same speed as always: it's only in your head that things are speeding up or slowing down.
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Worrying
She's sitting on the floor, her head between my legs. There's some shitty chat-show on the box, Ricky Lake I think.
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The Theory
It's her suicide; I can't stop thinking about it. My mind appears to have latched onto it, locked tight. I wonder how it must have felt for her, those last few hours, minutes¦ and then the last few days, of course, perhaps even months, years: was it a spur of the moment kind of thing? Or had events in her life been leading up to that moment for a long time? I wonder how her life must have been. I wonder what thoughts were going through her head when¦
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The River
It's raining, cold outside. I try to imagine how it would feel To die out there, Alone in all that cold, That dark. The river's all black and white At this time of night,
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