I've gotten in too many fights the last few weeks. I hear we'll all float on alright, but I just think life is a waste of something beautiful, and it will never add up to the dreams we fabricate. In the end none of it matters. Shit has ended up a bit too heavy, and it's not all floating on alright. I think eventually, when the walls crumble down, I'll somehow miss it. But there is no utopia in this world. There isn't even trustworthy happiness or comfort.
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