Honest Sleep.

Sun down, sun up. I speak in sarcasm to relate to all the things I appreciate. I lie in rhythm to open doors. I follow suit and just want more. My reputation is the same it’s been, and I don’t care what happens. I read the book so I know the end. I’ve probably said too much, but I’ve never felt more accomplished. I’m losing sleep. I’m losing friends. I’ve got a love/hate love with the city I’m in. I’ll count the hours, having just one wish.If I’m doing fine, there’s no point to this.

– Touche Amore


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