I see those black dots flying freely around my head and I try my best to catch them, but hei, I'm sick!!!
Sickening people, angry people, pity people, lovesick people, I see all of them and I'm growing tired.
And why? I'm writing too much. Wat else to do?
You died already? No, obviously not but I already feel this.
You, can you please stop pushing me or I will go beserk? But I know you don't deserve that.
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