every day, when i wake up, i think 'just get me past this day' and if i wait, it eventually ends, and always starts again. i can't see any point in staying here, so i guess that's why i don't leave. and every day is a struggle, wondering why i'm still existing.

and i suppose it's like i've known you all along, and i had that dream last night that i wish was real, but- every day it remains a lie, i know it will never be true. this whole thing came as a secret to me, though.

...i know that really good place in kensington to makeout.

apr�s - vers l'avant

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