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You got lost in your head once, made yourself all crazy. Couldn't find nothing in there, no way out, only ghosts, in the last place where anyone but a ghost would be.

These ghosts, you're the one haunting them. They're frauds, and you're self-deluded, chasing them down, asking the questions. What you want from them, you're never going to know. Your ghosts don't got answers for the likes of you anyways, you're too frightened to listen.

So you just sit there, throwing empty bottles at your head.

November 2010

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