I listen to the words he'd say but in his voice I heard decay the plastic face fails to portray all the insides left cold and grey there is a place that still remains it eats the fear, it eats the pain the sweetest price you'll have to pay the day the whole world went away
So I woke up at around 7:40 this morning, thinking "ah cool, I'm not sick at all", having spent all of last night feeling tired/lethargic/weak
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