(ran out of room, story: he's performing and you didn't proofread one of his songs and you showed up as moral support. you can be anything but your shorter than 6'0") I stare out at the crowd, then back over at you behind the stage encouraging me. I take a breath then start my first song called "say 'fuck it'" rip this skin right off my face, I swear I'm fine and I'm okay, but make sure to set fire to my grave, if I'm going to die why not today, no one would even care anyway...
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