This has been long enough of this life for me.
My mouth, my fingers say something's gotta turn out right, but when I get hold of a pen I start using it to chip away at my own skull in order to unearth my unbridled belief that everyone may as well drop dead right now because life is the same piece of shit story skipping like a goddamn scratched record & you won't get a moment of peace until you die.
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