I don't have much to say, but I'm always talking. I can't play this thing anyway. Denial speaks to me. I always listen. It always hides the decay.
I guess we're all just scared of dying all alone with nothing in your hand but I rarely used cell phone. Nobody calls, nobody cares, nobody sees you bleed. Or maybe that's just me?
How many times can I be disappointing until you just give up? How many times can I stumble and fall, drag you down, until you stop giving a fuck?
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