whats left my friend,







i'll talk to you tonight, just to see what's left of life
maybe you can get me a few pointers,
tell me some dirty little secret
comfort me

i know, i have not been much
never will be
but at least i care.

dear friend
i'll try to talk to you tonight



*yeah i am loosing it, but then again, the ghosts never let me d(r)own,
so sorry, but you know that already.*

no worries peeps, i'll write just the same old BS tomorrow.
no worries, i die every night.
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