Your thought follows me like the echo in a cellphone
Except I know more so of what I say and how I do
And it makes me uneasy in front of you
Except I know more so of what I say and how I do
And it makes me uneasy in front of you
This was inevitable. The end is inevitable. Death is inevitable.
posted by Cpt. F.L.E.E.T.T.R.E.A.T.S. at 9:04 PM
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