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I haven't felt this low in so long. Not even when she kissed the other guy. I haven't felt this low since they fucked in the casino parking lot. I haven't felt this low since I was a teenager. I haven't felt this low as a man. Maybe I never grew up.
Here comes the work, here comes the smiley face, here comes the old fuckers with their questions and needs. CustomerserviceCustomerService.
Interpol in the morning, Interpol on the drive, drop in a bit of DM . . . then the silent cry of my soul scraping against the isles of books, muted music, and boxed moving images. The silence will kill me. The silence will bleed me of my last vow to keep myself in tact.
"Just spare me the suspense."
What happened to me last night? What vampire came to me in the dark?
Surely it wasn't the one known as love . . .