“There is no exit.”*

Isn’t anyone tryin’ to find me?
Won’t somebody come take me home?

Avril Lavigne
Gen X or Millenials
or poor sweet bless their hearts
people.
I don’t know of any lyrics so explicitly 
humanly heartbreakingly understandably raw.
Sure there are a lot of them. Lyrics that touch us in that certain exact deep soul part.
“But this one, this one right here…”
It wraps around that part, or injects itself into the center and fills every crevice like heroin or colloids or crystalloids.
Then the fear softens - for everyone - and the restful sadness of what’s happening sinks in and 
acceptance 
the long hard road of recovery begins.
Time to stop crying.
Yes you’re alone.
No one was ever coming.
Now what?

Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi (Gandhi)
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up backin’ into ya
You ain’t gonna be able to tell what the fuck’s happenin’ to ya

Eminem

*Patrick Bateman, American Psycho

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