--if you spoke, insomnia might loosen it's wholesome grip on my throat, and i can begin to forgive you for admitting the hoax, instead of learning to hate you for every minute that you don't.
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the corpse in the clouds
you wake up in heaven. only to realize you're
laying right next to god's corpse.
