there's something i always should have told you
if you lock yourself in long enough, you'll notice the world around you go dark. if you have a light, you can turn it on, or you could wait for the sun to rise again. but wot if the sun doesn't rise, if tomorrow doesn't deliver it's promises. wot would you do then? you/i would find the nearest white wall and crack my skull over it. i would take you, and you would take i, and we would find ourselvessplattering our brains all over the white canvas. bone is strangely fragile, bits of brain strangely sticky, like a burst watermelon, this is the end. and that's wot you feel like doing, that is all.
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