how many trends can i follow
how many ideas can i lose
how many people can i die for
how many thousands of false truths
Regret. passion. Tears. Discretion.
Hope smashed. I learned my lesson.
Black in the eyes, black in the head
Surrounded by bodies but they’re mindless corpses
Life’s nothing but a fucking joke.
Decisions made and confessions misspoke.
a failure by design
im sick of being left behind.
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