you think that you're falling, but you're not
you want to feel sorry for yourself, but you're spoiled
you want to believe that misery exists regardless, but who cares
you want to think that living is worth the time, but it's a quarter past four
and its time to stop everything. take me to the masses..where ignorance roams and sorrow only exists in fairy tales.
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