I'd like to meet:
exaggerate.
You're never all that certain and it worries me. You don't know what you're doing, or where you're going. You sit there, I don't want to say like a zombie, but you sit there like a zombie. You don't know anything about life and I despise it. Sure, I despise you.
I hate to say it, but not as much as you'd think.
So the only question left is when will you move away from the mirror, from that reflection of yourself, when will you forget what it is to reflect, 'cause reflecting is all you've done. And I know it's hard, babe, but you'll break a champagne glass before you'll crack a mirror and it says a lot, it really does.
side story.
A nickel rolls down the deadbeat alleys trying to coin a moment where it can decide what it wants to do. You roll it, you roll the dice for your nickle and you giggle at where it goes and how it spins and where it falls, and you giggle, you fucking maniac. And then you watch it stop and something else catches your attention and you disappear in a midst of fog and it's all very dramatic, but you forget about the fucking nickle 'cause it stopped spinning so it's no use to you. It was a temporary amusement, something to brighten up an exceedingly dull day, so while you laugh at that and forget about it you should know that at some point you will be somebody's nickle. This isn't a bad thing, it's just not a lie.abso-fucking-lutely surprising. its just a word, don't gasp so much, you'll catch a worm that'll find out the truth. just like that you won't know what to do. its only natural. ch-ch-charming. stutterSTOP.
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