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WHat's the point
7:47 p.m. 2004-10-16

I am sick of waking up tired. These tracks are twofold, running down your face in squandering hopes and second chances shot to hell in the midnight blue of a dying streetlight. As per our false hope these streets are empty in anticipation of the lonliness that will follow. There is not point in denying that you are something fake because falsehood always was a part of who we were. Liar.
I can't even feel like i'm alive anymore

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words @ jake, layout @ kelly