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half sitting here pretending someones there
just 5000 hers but no you
i hate living for something i know is fake
the more i'll get to know you
the darker the light fades until my eyes eclipse
every night so many hers
but never a you
you're blind and ignorant
i can't stand to be consumed by another hole
theres too many already
your faint image of her is more real than "love"
though not as real as this fabric
who cares who fucking cares
you don't
just her