I don't know man.
I'm not going to say shit, because as soon as I start talking things immediatly go downhill. I have hope. Less then a glimmer, but it's there. It's going to take until the end of the week before things get finalized, so who knows.
Wow.
What am I?
- Jesus
- I’m just a cold face on the street, slow and somber in my patterns. I’m just a friend you’ll never meet, I am the love that never happens. My days exist in meaningless ways, I need a way to shake this; I’m making lost time famous.
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