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I skipped the part of the storyline with interesting characters and dialogue and sat alone to contemplate the place of cigarettes and rock-and-roll fashion. And it’s times like these—at 32 degrees, cabin fever, silly day dreams—that slap me in the face and lock me in this place, living out my adversity.
And here in this world I could find you in the corners of my head, and if I try I could change the outcome, changing what I said.
I skimmed right through, never knowing who was good or bad or sad or glad, although I had the time to waste in all the familiar places.
And in this perfect world there’s nothing perfect; I am all alone.
