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Sunshine... Whenever the rays fall on me, and I'd welcome them, it always turns out that I just happened to be in the halo. No intention to target me. At all. And I, like a lost puppy, jump at and hang on to every little bit of sunshine, because it's fuckin' cold and dark in here.

Whispers all around freakin' scare me, telling I should do this and I shouldn't do that... FUCK IT. "Should"s got me where I am now. And thanks to all the whispers, I can't hear my own my mind at all.

Something always goes wrong. Not one peaceful moment where I could genuinely put aside all the woes and worries and just enjoy something happy, something blissful, something funny, something intimate - or just plain, simple, peaceful. And I know you don't care. No one ever cares. No one ever could care less.