They say Boston is the prime-time of arts and culture, yeah --- good times, such a dream... more like a night terror.
I can't step a fucking foot into that town; the memories... they will eat away what little I have.
I'm so done, I'm so done --- I'm so fucking done with everyone and everything! Everywhere I go, I'm not wanted.
Forced to be in a predominantly white city where all the white kids date other white kids --- presumably fucking to hardcore or indie pop.
Deff wanna die but before I do, I just wanna say sincerely, unconditionally...
Win, you fool.
I see right through you.
& I know I will die alone.
This I know.
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