Sometimes, My Doorknobs Won't
Let Me Inside At Night.
I thought I wanted to write something,
But I think I was just lying to myself.
No matter what, you're still mad.
My effort seems wasted.
I know I bother,
But why?
A Perfect Day Ends In Tragedy.
A Prolonged, Delayed Argument.
I'm Finally Done With Everything.
There Is Nothing Left To Say.
But
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