I miss how I used to be.
What was that, a different me?
The one who found at least part of life fun,
the one that would plan, you know,
always have some project on the go.
Must put my crushed pottery back together.
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How many more midnights Till the ache of dawn will fall, Heavily. How many times will we fall asleep together Touching each other just to...
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Grey black animals prodded through the black, black skies of the room. Energy flowed through the room like waves, waves sloshing, thick with...
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Just be the shit on the fucking floor crumble down, it's the final score you know you're worth nothing, prick, and you were the one ...
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