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[faileddiplomacy]

fucking two o'clock in the morning, standing in a bar, with a drink in hand. every single night is more of the same. the same stale beers, the same bottles of overpriced liqour, and the same dull conversation. this vampiric lifestyle is one we all hate yet embrace at the same time. feeding off of eachother until there is nothing left, then

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[mediacure]

The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
The strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say " I wanted it this way"
Wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.