when i'm alone, i think alot. like most of the population..
my brain becomes an empty reception hall of thoughts echoing, and memories of a brighter time...
the countdown was never started.
it actually never existed..
yet, to her, it has...
since then i hear it ticking in my head.
like one of those stupid cuckoo clocks. UGH!
numbing its the only way i
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