Really.
I feel like I've degraded (come on! step up! watch me decompose)
yet, I've grown out of you.
hmm...
strange.
so here's to the kids.
tip your glasses to no direction.
It's true that you find out those with good intentions under dire circumstances. wheels turn like the wheels of your car the night you said you didn't care. tongues leap at a chance to be let down. Something, anything.
collateral. something to hold against the other side.
i don't need it. really.
thanks anyways. the credits are rolling, and i doubt theyres a sequel in the works.
movies are overrated anyways.
she calls the mansion not a house, but a tomb
she's always choking from the stench and the fume
the wedding party all collapsed in the room
so send my resignation to the bride and the groom.
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