and burried under all my thoughts in the deepest crevice in the far corner of my brain collecting dust, is your memory, your face. all day i could just scream, repeating the two words, get out.
when i'm with people, i annoy myself.
when i'm all alone, i annoy myself.
when i drink i annoy myself,
when i am sober i annoy myself.
pushing the edit button on myself soon.
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