this is getting old. i'm still tired. wearing this smiling
so here i sit, waiting on ends of days. so
stale air and stiff white sheets. open blinds and weak
You hold on to your life like an amputee.
Eat shit
How could we make the difference?
The subtle change from nothing
sit still. there are no moments to shine. that look
his voice turns static. a father's air. heads down with
I made the best mistake. And when we're done, I
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