On the twenty-eighth of August, 2017, I took my own life.
Figuratively, of course. I made an irreversible decision that turned into a habit. I was stupidly pushed. Couldn't take it. Whatever. Whatever the case is, it's ruined my life, and I want out.
Also, every song's kind of a chapter in the story. I know what all of them represents and all that. It gets weirdly more upbeat towards the end. Have hope and all that. Ends on a bit of a mixed track, though, as I haven't stopped, to be honest.

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