Damn. Damn. Damn. Why can I not let it be?
every year I delude myself...
We are not strangers. We have danced too many times in the past to different tunes.
The air is thick. My heart beats slower and slower every moment. Laying down, looking up, I have nothing to see. There is no future. There is no end. I can not inhale this poison any longer. Why? Why? Why? I just find no reason. There is nothing left.