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Hard day.
Long day.
Worst day of the week?
Cut down until it's safe.
Don't get sad for nothing.
Don't care.
Break until there is nothing left to break.
Cut it open.

Cold soul.
Find you, road side, in a plastic bag.
Hold you closer, whisper, "******** the world."
Hear you whisper back to me, gently and perfectly, "Yeah."

"I'll stay up until five, as you skip the night."


I wonder why does any of this matters if no one is there to listen ?