tonight we could sleep - not necessarily
i could turn back time - i don't really think that would help. quite not..
i'd like to be at the end of the road, safe + sound, over.
for the very first time in my life i'm scared to death for my-own-self, yes.
how the fuc.k am i going to sort this one out?
this lot, i mean
suppose i'll have to become my own pshychiatrist again
find the strings, stretch them. thus strenghen them, make them so tight so that they can never
get ripped off. well, not before their time comes..
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