when you left, i was sick. i crawled to the corner and cried, cried because i feel old and cried because i feel boring and cried because i've been working so hard lately, i mean...i've really been trying so very, very hard and my reward for it all is coming home to an empty apartment and some emails from old friends promising that we'll catch up
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and we are all fucking alone,
and we don't know what we're doing,
maybe just buying us some hope.
Because we know that we are lonely,
yeah, lonely that's for sure and the older ones are coughing,
and the older ones are dying.
Maybe we are all dying.
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