fretfully marching towards armageddon with callused arms outstretched. grasping this bag of stars and placing them one by one upon the sky just beyond the reach of wishful thinking. in self-defense i always stay awake to avoid suffering from autumn dreams; dissecting what's left of "us." and reading too deep between the lines while looking for meaning in staring eyes. i'll rip apart your paper wings. leaving you battered and lifeless at my feet. (incoming transmission: do not go near the tree. i repeat, do not go near the tree. end) i openly accept the burden of killing you. it's entirely worth it to me.
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