i wake up and im already dying.
oh god, what have i done to deserve this?
i get my answers.
a half eaten Döner in my sleeping bag
car parts scattered around the room
5 people who dont know each other
and i dont know them
i am totally soaked
from head to toe
and i dont know why
i drink at Fisch
till i cant hold a cue
or else fly off in the storm
bloody knuckles
different clothes
i dont know how
and blame doesnt exist.
nothing exists.
i think.
i am.
it is.
fuck it.
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