Why bother with the rain?

It cannot be cured.

All that you can do is look our the window

And wait.

All that you cannot do is talk

To to to to to to to to to to

Can you even say h/r name?

Ask yourself: Will you ever see h/r again?

Will S/e be the same the next time you see h/r?

WIll you be the same the next time you see h/r?

Life is life is life is death is life is love is kids is future is life is life is death is life is

Cyclical.

That siren, can it stop?

Will it stop?

It will surely stop.

But it does not stop.

Therefore, it cannot stop.

But it can.

So it can, but it won't.

The siren will not stop.

It chooses not to stop.

The siren can not stop its shrill noise, only

S/e can turn it off.

Oh, if this were heaven

I'd be happy.

If this were hell,

I'd stay.

Can I find a place to chat?

Can I find a time to chat?

Why is there no time to chat?

Why do people always get in my way?

Why do people always get in our way?

Those colors again; this time different:

Blue is still there, but my god it's yellow!

And green!

And pink!

And blonde!

Oh, the blonde I see everyday, the only GOOD in my day

idsitandshedsitinfrontofmeandclasswouldbeingandalliddowouldlookatherhairorherneckandshedjustsittherewithherarmsfoldedlookingatthingsintheroomandmrpavelicispickingonherforlackofparticipationandmygodthatwasyearsagowhatamithinkingoftheryregoingtokillyouthatswhattheylldoamibingparanoid

Life is worth living only for love, and love is worth living only in life. Without love, is there life? Life is life is life is death but no family no future only life.

Why am I still here?

Once and done? Ha.

If only it were that easy.

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