because there is no story to tell.
i need a song to hold me up.
someone tell me how to wake to the next day.
how could i be worth so little?
do you know what 12 years is?
it's the blink of an eye.
and then some more...
chances.
taking chances with lives,
that last forever.
and these words are supposed to help me. i'm supposed to lean on them. counselors gonna help me?
i mean don't get me wrong. i need ... sfk alks sf; 09[q8353 vO*U$#RJ *&%%$%$E
help.
i'm a shell
none of you have to contain me. you can say you care all you want. you can be concerned. you can offer an idea an hour. I contain me!
if it was video recorded. you probably couldn't even sit through it.
but my whole life is a container for it.
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-kaja