toast to no one. who cares. i don't care what they say about this. it is magic - not smoke and mirrors. it is real. every drop of sweat and every milemarker. remember me, or i hope you don't. i scream off my balcony at this sleeping city. my throat hurts and my hair smells like smoke. do you ever get the feeling that your insides and your outsides dont really go together?
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oh yeah i'm sorry for breaking your nose
and my heart
and that promise
and your dream
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the only thing i am sure of is - however you think of me is wrong.
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