Crywank
waste i am a familiar creak in your floorboards
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Doing nothing to substitute self-gratification
I climax with a sigh
Distance myself from all coversation
Where is my mind?
I know it's annoying when my head drifts away
I convince myself I'm moronic
And I guess that might be true
When nothing compares to something platonic
If you want me to go you know I will