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me and the devil blue
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
what is with you, you've been here before
you've been well and you've been unwell, but you got yourself out
no, you got yourself out. i'm still me
you're still you. we're still him
it doesn't make sense. he's changed. now he's us
it is. its not like we had a choice.
i know we did. i know i should have resisted going in him
i know you didn't. i know, because i am here. remember who you are, what he is.
i am tiredness.
and i am the devil. what now
we did nothing wrong, right?
i... don't know. i don't know what he's doing. whether its us, or him, or you, or him
okay, what is it now
he stepped on a ****
ach, is that really it
yes, and now we're here. tiredness, and the mad innate sense to ruin everything. there is blood rushing into his legs
we don't have to do this
i don't want to do this
what are we to do
what have we done before
what have we not
we havent tried stopping lately.
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