I might just have to accept the fact that your alcohol talks more than you should.
Controlling what is the truth and what is less deserving to be shoved under that category, you seem so interesting and perpetually grandiose.

I believe someone asked: "what is the point of you?"

- I kid you not, I feel the same aimlessness as you see in me.

However, far away from your presence, someone needs it. You know this, but then again if you didn't, the difference would still be none what so ever. Not everything needs fixing, except you.

You're crying rivers in my bubble world, but they are still not enough to drown us.

in other words;
je suis onze, je suis ici et je le fais pour toi.
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