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Old Cassette

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A boy was born in blender, a boy grew up and turned into man. The train wrecks and sleepless nights. These hands don’t make changes as fast as I’d like. How can you not hate the way you make others feel. How can you feel safe when life stops showing appeal. I’ll spin the record one last time to see if the song still brings you to my mind. The never ending pensive guilt of loneliness. Responsibility for losing someone closer than a friend.

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from stippling, released March 25, 2016

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