I stick to my sheets like failed reproduction. Soaking up on slowing down and the only thing Worse than being alone is when I'm not alone.
I am in love with what I've lost. I do not want what I have got.
I release my weakness that flies feed from. It never is anything until it's over.
Nothing is right but I can't find the wrong. I always change my mind. And if there is a need then I need it now. Cause the closer we get the further I feel.
All my love is collecting dust. I'm shivering with loneliness.
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