And these arrangements weren't arranged?...or were they?   No.   These detatchments...that anxiety and the shame.    And Serotonin could not win.    Could not save him.   A bursting synapse will beg for more   Living for the rest of what?   I don't have to wait for this.   Living for the rest of what?   I don't have to wait for him.   It's been so long since the last time, all the wrong trials have been re-tried. There is fury in the weightless so beware.      Look. I'm giving notice.   Giving in.   Undoing this.   Is it heartless to walk away.   And by the motives I will act.   These harsh attacks   Are mere examples of how it feels.   Why did I even try.