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i can stay up late whenever i want, and other than that, it's nothing like i'd thought. i guess i thought i'd know what i'm doing by now, but i know nothing. and i know it very well i am mortgaged to the irrational thought.
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it's so humiliating to be around this race. i wish i could be a cat, a rock, a dirty cup of coffee, anything but what i am.
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so i'm leaving you tonight. it's not fun here anymore, i'll be joining the parade of the ghosts who came before.
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prep the surface, bound my limbs. place the chair, beneath the rail. on the outside, just skin and bones. show me, what's left?
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how can't you see this is the end? let's face the truth, it's obvious. a different morning, the same charade. tell me, what's left? it's all an illusion.
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You see, that's my why: the art of wanting, when in fact, i'm afraid and may even run away from it.
