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on a whim.
lock me away.
i could use a heart,
in all this cold.
which is the way left to go?
why begin what wont begin?
why tease them with hope.
when all they ever need is this bullshit game.
why let them jump to conclutions.
i keep up this start and stop bullshit.
just on the whim that it my stick.
how sorry can i be.
honestly why bother anymore.
