This
confession is obvious to me. Happy dreams, sick fuck. You’re supposed to be
here with the lepers. The ones with vitriol. Right now I feel like one of
those. Because the ones with emotions get sick in the end, like you. Stop if it
hurts to fight. We lie for love because we believe that we need some. They lie
to fuck and you know, in life it hurts to try to do right. Where’s the lesson?
Now, let’s be honest here. Happy dreams are fucking synonymous with fear. Like
the lepers, who wants to break the news that right now they’re losing more than
they have to? The one’s with emotions get sick in the end, like you. Just stop
if it hurts to fight. They want to break you down. You’re gonna let them. Dying
in a hole? It happens to the worst of us. It will happen to you.
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