I want a new cave and puppet strings. Everything starts with I these days. I haven't stopped caring about you but I can only handle I. This is slow and stuttered. I won't turn the music off you see - so the words are hiding.
I'm hiding.
Everyday I look up and wonder where K's going. Slipping so slowly away. Plotting the easiest way to the finish line. Wonder what McCay's going to say.
Don't love me anyway, just take me away.
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