oh, how we are cursed, wretched, disgusting little creatures of habit.
i have been here, long before.
i lie in the same position, under the same covers, and cry the same silent tears. i read the same things and listen to the same music that makes me want to crawl to a corner and stop breathing, if only.
and once again i find myself falling.
falling.
falling.
falling.
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what's happened?
nothing, and maybe that's why i'm lost.
your relationships sometimes seem more fucked up than mine.
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