I once became something I had control of, now the movements spin beyond my eyes. I'm just holding on to something hoping it takes me through. I can't remember how to swim; never found the need to swim. I look around and something moves like a horror film that I could never watch. Stick to the plan. Screen's off, that's it. Fuck. Paralysed, where? Rushing to the dusty corner, realise you're fucking blind.
Man, phased out. Obsolete by own design. Excelled; the sheet has spread over the casket, only formalities are left. Look around, drop.

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