A wasted breath, a call for the weary. Its seeping and draining away what I've lost. I'm awake looking for what's lost upon dark shadows. The clouds are the blanket of iced over pavements that have sheared away anger. The windows just won't open. The curtains just won't close. The camera just won't click. And I just can't blow my nose.
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This is basically just me talking to myself when I want to get stuff written down because I hate writing on paper. I don't expect you to READ it. But whatever. Enjoy.
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