I 10.11.11’d.

Drowning in things unseen. Emotions.

You won’t see, it takes a minute to steal a heart

I don’t sleep, and not a word. Quiet mistakes

Hard, unforgettable, if you can’t see how can you feel

Time, wounds, full stops. Stop.

Rub salt in as I open my eyes

Eternal sleep comes when not beckoned. Sleep.

I have no use for this beating, this pulse is of no use

Keep holding on, strength. I Fail.

The end? When?

– Emotions of 10.11.11.

Work by Carlos Lascano > Notes On The Making Of.

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