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The pressure has returned
Its buzzing in my bones
And feeding off the whispers
Hidden in their tones

The pity is not there
Its impatience
Bubbling in their stares
And I'm cold

Not numb no
I feel
But only the pressure
The weight

My ankles are the first to go
My rock, foundation, strength
Then my knees
My bend, my give, my take

And upwards creeping slow
It grows and vines and tangles
And I'm bleeding and maimed and mangled
But stumbling keep the flow

I can't quite give up
I can't quite go on
But either way the sentence
Long protracted withdrawn

Failure it burns icy
Success it freezes hot
Either way I'm bleeding
Being something that I'm not

So I reassemble pieces
And play with broken thoughts
And track down all the hours
I'd come across and fought

The record brings the patterns
The patterns they don't lie
The proof is in the manuscript
This space, is not for, I