lets dig a hole and sit in it. i refuse oh! i refuse. i decline thy generous hand. because this land was built by my own mind. i know its a lot to take in, but it was anyones possession. they never regretted that night. all their mistakes will be forgotten. the dead keeps the best secrets. the eyes are dark and hollow as the forest. but it does not mean what is inside is empty. why does it sould like it is raining outside, when it is really hot. that would possibly be. its raining everywhere. and its very loud. kinda stings. guestimation. people should make up words more often. if the word defines the moment better, why not? it all starts with hello. the dark and spiders. or even spiders in the dark are scary. not i. i guess im not sleeping at all tonight. those 2 hours were not that peaceful anyways. what is right and wrong. what is day and what is night. waht is true and lies. i dont think i can tell anymore. you say you are scared to leave me. but here iam left alone. why is it so scary? at least you will know where you last left me. and all im always ever doing is, guestimating. at the end of the day, im still wondering what you are up to. i bet it is something better than what iam going through. i would talk to you, if only you would be here to listen.
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