knees are weak, and i dream of sleep.slow steady thumping, something like slow motion.that unhealthy death notion, maybe i should hate you for this.the truth is its 3 am and im right here again, but im a wishful thinker, and streetlights never seemed so comforting.chapped lips and tear stained face, i look a mess but thats my place.i didnt want to
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