i was going to write lots of stuff i thought about all day. but as usual... nope.
its true
i hear things that have months put into them
and an hour time stamp
from a voice in the corner
ties everything up
all i have is morals
and you see where they got me.
i want to go to fargo.
or the ocean.
someone needs to take me either place.
i wont say a word.
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