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i'm the living form of melancholy now, just like that, fuckingly.
put on my earphones and put on some music, they went in thru my head and couldn't find an exit. delete the spam and read some blogs, end up visiting at my own. heavy the tombstone, where are the eulogies, no, i read my pages of death sentences instead, in reverse chronological order, not that it matters.

so fuckin tired, the whole of the last 27 hours, just an arbitrary number, but somewhere near i'm sure. still i seemingly gain vitality in such melancholy. on and on, undying the music plays.

i want my eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. do you remember? i carried you while you slept, while you're supposed to be watching, while i rub your feet, it was cold.

delete you. i can't remember to forget.

and the discriminating lily. which bin was it in, do i dare wonder. fuck me. lilies. fuck me.