psyche yourselves up, wokay.
the previous day was so depressing. sad for me. everyone inside the house but me, was cleaning and packing stuff. i refuse to do anything at all. making faces and falling back to sleep. what's left for me. i know i don't get to save this house anymore. and i shouldn't be running away.
so, don't go away
say that you stay
but say that you'll stay.
for all those words i sing, do you feel anything.
write me a letter. knock on my door.
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