left me on the edge, looking over. you said i was wild but i just felt tired. it`s hard to care, just like it`s hard to remember, somtimes. and you can`t help but drag me into the hall when he is standing right there. everyone can hear you talking. i`m turning inside out. i`m sinking into the floor. i know he`s listening and he`s following a lot more than you or i. there`s holes in the carpet but that`s not why we`re here. i was getting ready to throw a bunch of garbage, about to say that he might care, about the holes in my outfit enough to thread my life together. needles are flying around the room. welcome to a museum i can`t explain. there`s no guides today. today. i refuse to speak. my impression`s pretty weak. sometimes the past seems way too present.
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