We are smashed men, still moving. We've tried everything in the book. no stranger to failure, death with a steady heartbeat. Scratching into any surface it wants. Joy and beauty rejected so many times. A world of hurt, a heart of false hope. While we thought we were learning how to live, We have been learning how to die. I should of know, we will be legends. Our homes and dreams and our worst nightmares. Our worst nightmares have now come true. Tonight when this detain falls on men. Driven by a instinct more powerful than life itself. From horror to hope to devastation. Overfed and concerned. It came with taste and claw. Oh, hated form of emotion. You have become so obvious. My friend, the fatal habit of being myself. Okay, there's hope. Step down with all your friends.
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