Tuesday, 19 January 2016

The Oldest Me

What's the point in fucking trying? We're all fucking dying. On the outside, we're all fucking lying. On the inside, we're all fucking crying. Just to write these words is so fucking trying. I can feel my apathy intensifying. Every fucking thing forever so unsatisfying. People so fucking mystifying. Even our misery can't seem to be unifying. 

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