...
listening to a single track for 4 hours,i'm sitting here, hoping i could remember the joy,
the joy of being near..to someone,to something,to some place..
i'm tierd of walking in lonely stairways..having left behind a dazzled boy
i'm tired of breathing in empty rooms with empty men..
i'm tired of waltzing to my own tune...
It is a strange sort of pain
"to die of yearning for something you'll never experience"
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