somehow things change.
somehow i've become a court jester juggling grenades.
you pulled the pins long ago.
it's just a matter of time before one blows.
and with my arms blown off you'll tickle my nose with a feather.
that's the way you operate: enable my talents and take them away.
thinking with you involved is like slash-and-burn mind agriculture.
make me waste my time talking. someone always can say it better.
my response is no response, it's the only thing you can't take away.
understand my plight, send help.
not in time.
nothing ever started this.
it just happened somehow.
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