I'm just sittin' here watchin' the wheels go 'round and 'round....No, I'm not, actually. I'm sitting here, waiting for that elusive conversation which will not come.
The day has passed, and here I am, still mourning it. My chest hurts, but I care not, for I'd rather force myself to stay awake for some form of human interaction. I am a sick man...I
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