This isnt what i hoped id have to say. its nothing that you want to hear. to say that nothings changed would be understating understatement. things change, times change i remain the same, but only distantly familiar. is this the way it is or just the way ive let it be? i lie, i cheat, i steal, i kill. if i could sleep, i dream of having reasons to wake up. they lie, they cheat, they steal, they kill. and every night they fall asleep content. its not depression for depressions sake, or desperation for a song. this is every day. this is all i know. so sick of days dreading the nights. so tired of fighting to keep off the lights. so sick of searching for whats going to make it right. and now youre sick of the same song? im sick of writing it. falling apart when nothings wrong. I wish i could could write a line, a sentence, or a word that could pretend for long enough to give you what you want. i wish i could write a line, a sentence, or a word that could pretend for long enough to tell me what i want. but theres no resolution here, ive learned better than to wish. theres no resolution here. there is only this.
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