i'll probably crash probably every single car i own

i'm two for two so far

and fucking broke too

so let's get married, ok?

nothing wrong with that

i'll put myself on display

nothing wrong with that

if i knew words to convey this

swelling thick feeling

of self-hatred and helplessness

that i feel all the time

well enough for you to feel it

you know that i wouldn't speak them

time is always measured in loss

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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