the realization that i'm all alone in this house, and that everyone is quietly getting older is slowly creeping in.
the world is slowly creeping into a tiny ball in the palm of my hands. where shall i go, what shall i say... who shall i be?
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i need to get in that pimp house of yours. i am quietly getting older. never-ending run on the wheel.
i need to get in that pimp house of yours. i am quietly getting older. never-ending run on the wheel.