It's amazing how after so much still time, so much of who we are simply falls away like caked dirt...
And me- without my old friends, and my family stretched to impeccability's ends just to hold me aloft- who the hell am I to become-?
Where do I go now, now that I am here?
'tis not what I wanted...
...'tis what I fear
or some shit.
fuck you inner conscience- fake alien broadcasts. if you were such a fuckin conscience, you wouldn't constantly make me feel like shit. what kind of fuckin conscience is that?
too fucking weak, is what it is. my feelings are beyond you.
And me- without my old friends, and my family stretched to impeccability's ends just to hold me aloft- who the hell am I to become-?
Where do I go now, now that I am here?
'tis not what I wanted...
...'tis what I fear
or some shit.
fuck you inner conscience- fake alien broadcasts. if you were such a fuckin conscience, you wouldn't constantly make me feel like shit. what kind of fuckin conscience is that?
too fucking weak, is what it is. my feelings are beyond you.
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