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It's just as cold here as I left it and it's end of August. There's no change at all anymore just faces and occasionally the tone of voice. |
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I'll probably fall asleep on my couch again. Watching some Cusack movie. I've played the ghost here for far to fucking long. |
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There is nothing appealing here just concrete and memories. Brick by brick are the walls I call home. Didn't you know I'd rather be anywhere but here? In a few months it'll start all over again. |
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Again and again... I need to let go. Of every word I never said, of every promise remaining unfulfilled... For what it's worth this is who I am... Repetition is all i know |