Cry with me. No one will hear you. Not one person will ever care. So in the moment live loose. Free yourself from the burdens. From the endless crave to matter. People aren't interested in you. They just wanna be entertained with the uncontrollable laughter. It's fucked but it's true. You n I are alone. Moving simultaneously to wasted facts pushed to the side. We're nothing special to the desperation of hope. So weep. Release the tension gathered in depths. To the other side we shall inter into reality. It's a place where the face never gets wet. As time didn't rush to pass so fast. Let the weights carried leak. One good cry. N down goes the flow touching the cheek. Feel it. Find pieces of yourself as your remove the twisted sick sensation of being wanted by anyone other than you. With a demented smile come back to life. Cry for use...
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