Degenerative.
I'm not sure that's the correct word, but it feels right.
Degenerative.
Fuck these shadows we all walk on-
good lord, I'm tired of being alone.
Cause you've got the walk of a door and I've got the hands of a mouse,
lets just pretend I told you....
You looked beautiful tonight.
You're eyes are by far the most wonderful eyes I've ever seen.
Anytime I make you smile, I feel victorious.
Everything you say is amazing.
Lets pretend I said all that,
and that you heard me,
and that it wouldn't ruin everything.
We all walk on shadows.
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