and i'll have you know i'm scared to death
Who's alive and who's dead on the inside? To the vast majority you're invisible. Ivy growing on the brick walls, growing up, growing old. Looking tired and alone. Who really knows you, yourself? Put the old pictures away and lock the memory box. They are no more you than the blank expression you find on your face in the crooked mirror you pass
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