Today my head sounded like Electrelane, and when my headphones provided me with a bubble that separated me from everybody else, while the beautiful autumn sun tried everything to distort my view through the window of the train, heading back home.
Back home, I realized it was anything but, so I fled back to the place that is only slowly growing into being a replacement.
In my old room, there is a poster saying "When will I run out of second chances?". This was an earnest feeling, three years ago, but nothing has changed.
I am not very good at this. Will you come back home if I really need you to?
Back home, I realized it was anything but, so I fled back to the place that is only slowly growing into being a replacement.
In my old room, there is a poster saying "When will I run out of second chances?". This was an earnest feeling, three years ago, but nothing has changed.
I am not very good at this. Will you come back home if I really need you to?
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