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trying not to listen to the words, but the motive

but its hard when you're so far detached from the

moment

we both know why I even came in the first place

the empty bottle on the floor puts this empty smile on

my face

yes its dark in the bedroom and no its not the worse

case 

I can barely stand, let alone walk away….

    So inevitability is a brother to destiny

maybe you don’t believe in one, 

believe me the other exists definitely 

   you cant see this type of rhythm in every day

reality

so moments like this, god, good judgment is necessary

   oh well, much to late, since I cant even say my own

name

        so much for meaning ,  we don’t even see what

we’re doing

suffocating ourselves from the inside and reinforcing

the FACT:

  the wrong side is winning 

black out ……

  - all saints day

wake up with a headache

 i cant remember why i do this

only reminded of what ive done

to one person you may be the world

but to the world you’re no one 

and the morning is just a reinforcement

(yeah no escaping this ) 

adopting golden rules that don’t sell for shit

to me the scars in my skin are the only proof I exist 

like I have this proof of a problem no one will ever

admit.