This metallic taste hangs under my tongue, the pain in my knee that seems to be radiating in a .
Why do i bother to write my thoughts down, why do i bother at all .. i get these ideas but why bother.
Ideas of garbage and pointlessness... Optimism is not my strong suite ...
I don't want to bother but yet i somehow manage to keep playing in the mud.
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