he’s got a bad attitude and a bad song in his head some lead in his boots he’s sinking fast though decent in most respects he sits with a sinking feeling that something darker is drifting up one of those moments he wishes he was less self-aware so his impulses seemed more impulsive and less like fantasies come to fruition it’s presumptive to say he knows it all but it’d be fair to say he knows a fair bit a claim you could justify unlike the lies he tends to tell himself that keep him safe through the day and nights and the train and over the bed hovering like his own shadow on the wall
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