January 2010
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Goodnight, Goodnight.
“Noone is left here that knows his first name And life barrels on like a runaway train Where the passengers change They don’t change anything You get off; someone else can get on.”
I don’t know this girl anymore. Snorting hundreds for cheap thrills; To forget who you are. Keep your mystery; Lusted by night, and lost by morning.