I'm loud and quiet, wanting to get drunk and be sober. Fucked and clean. Alone, surrounded, single, in love, here, there, everywhere.
I hate it, I love it, I love the way it makes me feel inside and hate the way it makes me seem. Selfish, self centred, but I'm not, I don't want to be. They're childish, they're too mature, I'm too close to heaven and too close to hell, in limbo. Isn't that where the babies go when they die before they've been christened?
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