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turn around and lay down face first in all the mud, and still find a way to claim that you are pure. what a liar i am. so black, so chared by the smoke that burns our eyes, do we not see what we are doing? what the hell has happend to me, to you, to everyone. why are we still the same when we know what we are doing is so precious yet wrong. just take another drink it will all be ok. toast to everthing you wont forget, to the previous seconds and toast to the drinks that got us where we are. for how long will we have to walk before we find where we are going. cut off our faces to hide the shame of where we have been. grow our wings and brilliantly color them in deception. fly to top and look down on all the others. all the bright colors cant hide the shadows, all the smiles cant hide our depression. take another drink. swallow hard and accept that there is no place in this world that we belong in. follow me and i will misguide you, a guidance of misdirection so perpendicular to what is right, that we end up on the right path in the later chapters. we will only complicate us, why do i love you so much, why havent i said it. when i grab you shoulder to pick you up, turn you around, and wipe your face, will you still hold my hand? still kiss me like it was before you knew who i am. try not to kill me for i will wear this belt forever, the only thing that keeps standing. a thousand years of sleeping and we will walk forever. every second that goes by has me reflecting on the ones that passed. no more than a year of misery. hold me up, let me go and watch helplessly as i fall face first in the mud again. take another drink, and taste it again. all we need is sleep, a thousand years and still wake up to another dream that you hope wont come true. it has. drink, swallow, and drink again. it never goes away. hold my hand and help me get through this until another thousand years whispers in our ears that it will catch up. another landslide to kill the nerves. another drag to kill the memories, every day is a year to the minute that passes. falling, drinking, swallowing and getting back up. will i ever stand on my own or will we crawl to our next catastrophy and lay there endulging in the filth that we are.