Of all my wishes that I’ve made in this life, (half-drugged, but not enough to kill me) I wished for you to understand the fact that I was tortured by a drug too great for words, and yet I filled my books with songs -How could you have understood? I saw you standing in the crowded rows amongst them. Did you want to change this fucked up world too?
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