the death of autumn, a birth of winter.
i’m just a no good man, and the wind does blow, no good at anything, and the rain does fall, a hopeless lover, failed so many times, the world hears me, the people don’t. it’s been like this forever, will it ever end, ever. i can’t understand. anything, at all. no maths no language, everyone speaks there own tongues. what’s good is right, but what right is...
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