let's go take a walk in the graveyard. i used to hold my breath when i walked here. now i swing and climb on the tombstones. i dug a grave and lied down in it. ghosts try to pull you into the past when you sit at home and ask them 'am i dead?' just come back from the dead, do something, and mean it. scene change always seems to happen at night. fade-in to a broken street light. a distant figure with hands in his pockets. my whole life, i've never even felt half-right.
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