Down down down we go,
Where we stop, nobody knows.
Spiraling faster and faster down the hole.
Losing our minds and of course, our souls.
Whispering winds cool our skin,
Cracking and blistering under the strain.
Hoping in vain for some relief,
The rest of the world will know our grief.
fuck it. everyone's perfect. everyone's great. everyone's already forgotten, already over it. everyone, except for me.
they all had someone, had each other. they had someone to talk to, to help them cope. i have no one.
they receive truth, and honesty. all i receive are lies, and excuses.
everyone's perfect. except for me.
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