Brain cells popping madly, I can hear them if I listen closely enough, if I tone out the british voice reading out our futures on the radio fervently. I am next to you and I feel alone. I am next to you and I feel angry. I am next to you and I want to die. The brief spell of happiness you brought me has worn thin. Obsession, obsession. I need it, I
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