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I swore I'd never do this again.
I bound myself to an oath of silence.
No more writing.
No more words.

Speak no evil.
Hear no evil.

But the subtle things keep pulling me back again,
And I'm drawn back into the art.
The art of expression,
Expression of pain, of recovery, and of vows never to return.
Never again.

Was it so long ago?
Just two years.
The memories still taste bitter in my mouth as I spit the seeds of naivety and unchecked emotion out of my cavernous pit.

I made a vow never to make the same mistake again.
I made a vow to keep my cool.
I can never go back home again.
Acadia is gone.

I know you'd be disappointed if I stayed.
Everyone would.
I have to leave.

I'm not making the same mistake again.
I'm not staying to hear you jeer.
The road home is paved with star fuckers requiem.

The beauty of words is this - you can say what you think without thinking what you say. But I mean it, in a depreciating, degenerating, degrading sort of way.

Give me the strength to pull through this final mile.
If they don't need me, I don't need them.

Leave behind the memories.
I never fit in here; something always separated me from the rest.
Every circle, every stupid circle. Every stupid circle. Going in circles around circles circling around the original circle of all circles. Get me out of here.

Nobody knows me like I do.
You're beautiful, you are.

I'm not letting my emotions keep me here.
I made a vow never to make the same mistake again.
Never.

Never again.

Description
I swore I'd never do this again.
I bound myself to an oath of silence.
No more writing.
No more words.

Speak no evil.
Hear no evil.

But the subtle things keep pulling me back again,
And I'm drawn back into the art.
The art of expression,
Expression of pain, of recovery, and of vows never to return.
Never again.

Was it so long ago?
Just two years.
The memories still taste bitter in my mouth as I spit the seeds of naivety and unchecked emotion out of my cavernous pit.

I made a vow never to make the same mistake again.
I made a vow to keep my cool.
I can never go back home again.
Acadia is gone.

I know you'd be disappointed if I stayed.
Everyone would.
I have to leave.

I'm not making the same mistake again.
I'm not staying to hear you jeer.
The road home is paved with star fuckers requiem.

The beauty of words is this - you can say what you think without thinking what you say. But I mean it, in a depreciating, degenerating, degrading sort of way.

Give me the strength to pull through this final mile.
If they don't need me, I don't need them.

Leave behind the memories.
I never fit in here; something always separated me from the rest.
Every circle, every stupid circle. Every stupid circle. Going in circles around circles circling around the original circle of all circles. Get me out of here.

Nobody knows me like I do.
You're beautiful, you are.

I'm not letting my emotions keep me here.
I made a vow never to make the same mistake again.
Never.

Never again.