Put my stuff in cardboard boxes, I don't need it where I'm going. We're losing touch in the process, but I'm comfortable with never knowing what
Comes next. I've got better things to do,
Then try to join the ranks and blend right in with you, it's not enough to keep me here so every chance I get, I disappear. I can see the choice belongs to me. I'm trying to remind myself that the world is not against me. I'm falling
Down again , so burn my belongings
And get the fuck out of this place, before the roof caves in.
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