i didn't mean to ruin your entire fucking day, by saying something you already knew, which barely effects you. if the rapture is coming, maybe i'd like to wake up that morning in the arms of something beautiful. you know? nevermind. you don't.
normally when my brain and vocal cords slowly turn into crap and escape via throat and nose, its winter. it didnt happen this winter, or last. its happening now, though maybe a little accelerated - feelin' better, as they say. doesn't sound like i'm speaking out of a cave anymore.
lord, please grant me the strength to make her cry your name.
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