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| My room is a funeral. I feel like I have died. Afraid to open my eyes wide. Because when I do I will see, see my future staring back at me. Try fail try, oh why cant I? Push myself on instead off the edge, push myself on instead of off the edge. Pretty augmented me is what you use to see. Now all I am is nothing. And the atrophy the wasting of my mind. Am I wasting my time? Pretty augmented me seems to be� pretty to augmented me seems to be� But things are much better than they use to be. For once in my life I have pure honesty. And its like a better life. |
| Lenny Couldn't Love |