I'm the son of a never-ending doubt.
Because I'm the kind of wreck you read about and I'm sinking now.
Disappear like a half-woke dream.
These days I barely remind or resemble the friend you knew in me.
It's getting harder to breathe.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is safe.
Every minute's an honest mistake.
And the days pass us by while we wait.
Don't wait.
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