Number Seventeen

Don't want to make the same mistake twice.

It's easy. It's hard. They all want you to stop. And you do too. Will you?

What's the next thing? I don't fucking know, what's you're next thing?

The ears are shot. The eyes are failing. The sense of smell is perfect. The taste is exquisite. The voice is all you've got.

I think a lot about mortality. I should think about something else whilst I have number eighteen.

RANT:
I work my knuckles, I work my feet. I think too much and I solve problems, albeit for everyone else. I'm good at that. I work and I sweat and I toss and turn for you. For me - well, I depend on me and I let myself down, although I am a survivor and I will not let you down. I will present myself absolute and beautiful, but unless you ask me, you will never know that I am flawed, jaded and angry. Angry? At what? You know, the same shit you are angry about - life. To be alive and be able to type. What do I want?

Yeah, what do I want?

Yeah, what?

Yeah.

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Headlining Band: Dead Elliott

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