i'm supposed to say something understanding, or act that way but you know i can't you know the way our lives are mesmerizing to the point of a smothering lurker, a mysterious, dark-hooded dementor, soul seeking ever relishing some.... sort of logic from what do even call this? this
end
is the heavy end of the seesaw nearing to midnight nearing apocalypse
i can hear noises, if they are imaginary then blame your absence from my life
c'est tout
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