I've stopped my dreaming,
I won't do too much scheming
These days, these days.
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten.
Please don't confront me with my failures,
I had not forgotten them.

another another another skip stop scourge scrape
malinformed heatcheck of un un diehard
waning conversion
frantic

she said nothing i did not look at the stars only pocketed my hands and whispered don't waste my momentum

i desperately wish to be suicidal.

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