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...forget my name, for i am nothing...
5 July
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-"this is the end result of so many meetings at late night dinners with no one eating, we sit in corners and sip burnt coffee, count the tiles up on the ceiling, lets skip the pretense and cut straight to dying, just dont beg me to keep your eyes from crying, you said so much without even parting your lips, its past 3am and i'm still far from sleep, and this is a habit i cant break, you're my only company, i'm skipping stones down a suburban street, street lights flicker like this match in my hand"- [fata : chloroform perfume]