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More things I have to think through, to come to terms with, to keep myself from hiding. I want to understand myself again.
No fucking corny lines that no longer have any fucking mean. If I have to tear myself apart I'll find someting true. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Screaming my way through the clouds of illusions. My own self appointed prison of fluff. Can't feel a thing. Why? Does it hurt too much? No, I've forgotten what it's like to care, and to feel. I can no longer feel that deep inside anymore. Everything is surface.
No fucking corny lines that no longer have any fucking mean. If I have to tear myself apart I'll find someting true. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Screaming my way through the clouds of illusions. My own self appointed prison of fluff. Can't feel a thing. Why? Does it hurt too much? No, I've forgotten what it's like to care, and to feel. I can no longer feel that deep inside anymore. Everything is surface.