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This ridiculously feeling is back.
Like I'm screaming at the top of my lungs and no one is even blinking.
I'm out of breath and I'm out of words. And yet now I decide to write.
But you'll get home.
And I'll give you the same old speech.
And nothing will change.
Ever.
Like I'm screaming at the top of my lungs and no one is even blinking.
I'm out of breath and I'm out of words. And yet now I decide to write.
But you'll get home.
And I'll give you the same old speech.
And nothing will change.
Ever.