To live “comfortably”, “appropriately”, i swallowed the flames that had welled up to my throat.
That’s right i’m quite disgusted with myself as well, the sharp knife has dulled,
forming the wrinkles of my twenty year old self. i was afraid of such changes.
If somebody could look inside my head, they’d probably mock me,
smirking at the me who’s lost his path, I can hear my old friends laughin'.

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