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i talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears.
our conversations are circles, always one sided, nothing is clear.
except we keep coming back to this meaning that i lack.
he says the choices were given, now you must live them or just not live, but do you want that?
this sober life is killing me. i dont know whats worse, except that i do. i just forget, because thats what we do.
our conversations are circles, always one sided, nothing is clear.
except we keep coming back to this meaning that i lack.
he says the choices were given, now you must live them or just not live, but do you want that?
this sober life is killing me. i dont know whats worse, except that i do. i just forget, because thats what we do.