I feel as if everyone else is happy doing their own things
&I`m left here with wet cheeks, a stuffy nose, and damp sleeves.
I need to figure myself out, everything is moving too fast.
There is nothing left.
Love nothing.
Get fucked.

I feel as if I`m going to hell anyways.

God save us.

"Anything you love, give up"

This has never made more sense.
Whether you meant it or not, I still understand it.

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