(0291) a new face
i watch the minutes turn to hours. all my food has gotten cold. my mind feels like it's started to erode. laughed all the way through town and got sick of your remorse, and i watched your inner ugliness slowly take its course. if it's cheap, it's not expensive. the rain drowns all hidden costs, and it's obvious the sun was told to go fuck off.
she looked amazing, and i felt the air inside my chest escape me when she asked me for my name. i was living off the streets of debt, and i was sure that there was nothing left. she had a lengthy past, but she said she had no regrets. the rest of the day i can't remember, and it got really blurry in december. i couldn't tell the ceiling from the floor. keep going until you see a light, surrender to what it is you find, and hope that it's bright enough to make you blind.
somebody dies in silence every time you take a breath, and there's nothing you can do to slow it down. you can sit around and drink, or you can drive around and think of all those memories you'd like to wish you never had. it's easy to explain when you can blame it on your brain, but the truth was never measured anyway. if you had a second chance, you'd say you'd try to do it different even if the difference didn't guarantee a different fate.
use your mind to get there, and break your legs to stay there. keep a pen inside your head if you want to live there. we were meant to struggle so we all jumped in the puddle, filtered out the impurities, and conquered this feigned disease.
she looked amazing, and i felt the air inside my chest escape me when she asked me for my name. i was living off the streets of debt, and i was sure that there was nothing left. she had a lengthy past, but she said she had no regrets. the rest of the day i can't remember, and it got really blurry in december. i couldn't tell the ceiling from the floor. keep going until you see a light, surrender to what it is you find, and hope that it's bright enough to make you blind.
somebody dies in silence every time you take a breath, and there's nothing you can do to slow it down. you can sit around and drink, or you can drive around and think of all those memories you'd like to wish you never had. it's easy to explain when you can blame it on your brain, but the truth was never measured anyway. if you had a second chance, you'd say you'd try to do it different even if the difference didn't guarantee a different fate.
use your mind to get there, and break your legs to stay there. keep a pen inside your head if you want to live there. we were meant to struggle so we all jumped in the puddle, filtered out the impurities, and conquered this feigned disease.

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