Hello, i'm back. It is the year 2013, i'm much older now. Some days I walk around in a drugged-like machined state. The ache in my limbs tender from crawling around Macirtchie does nothing for the heart, it sits in raw pain, smug; serves you right I've nothing but contempt and fierce stares for the uncoordinated heap of bones, flesh and muscle.
Look at what you've done!
It's all these addictions i feel powerless to rid myself of. And all these addictions I fall back to when the world is old and weary. But i'm no longer a teenager trapped in a bedroom lonely and scared and I'm no longer the child who stood against the wall helpless, watching horror unfold.
What has come out of all this you say?
Look at what you've done!
It's all these addictions i feel powerless to rid myself of. And all these addictions I fall back to when the world is old and weary. But i'm no longer a teenager trapped in a bedroom lonely and scared and I'm no longer the child who stood against the wall helpless, watching horror unfold.
What has come out of all this you say?
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