i've looked at the stars so many times, like they would have the answers.
cigarette after cigarette after cigarette.
but it's been so long, that i don't even have questions anymore. maybe they turned into fallen stars and finally let my eyes rest with the glowing far gone.
night after night after night.
and don't you love when cowards dress themselves as victims?
i do.
that's the cowards' clymax.
stabbing after stabbing after stabbing.
i could use a cigarette now.
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