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a stupid stupid junkie coming back repeatedly to the spot where once was the traces of better history.
just one glance, i'm sure it will not hurt but the emptiness of vacant souls flashes like a butterfly on a leash.
you are not there, of course you are not. you are in my fucking head. why am i looking for you in my mailbox. or maybe the phone. or maybe outside the door. i trapped you in my head, i forgot. that's why it smells so rotten in here. then just quickly, add something to the pile of emotion-trash or trashy-emotions, pick and choose, at least something written. so as not to make the mistake and write you.

but..

i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call youv i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call you i want to call youv i



so bad.