...aren't yours at all they come and go like they're someone else's days they come and leave you behind someone else's face and it's harsher than yours colder than yours...they come in a quiet sweep up and then they leave and you don't hear a single floorboard creak they're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep by your side...
I'm not here...not anymore. I've gone away don't call me don't write. I've gone away don't call me don't write. Don't call me don't call me don't call me don't write....
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