The Thought Process Of An Animal Before It Dies (Remake)

I hope today is different from yesterday. I hope someone gives me a call, even the liars, and I hope no one decides to let me go. I watch the skies and hope for a meteor, but all I see are stars. The bright lights make me ill, so I turn to the television, which makes me even more nauseous. I’ve seen all these stories before.

So I crawl around my room naked, I break all the mirrors, whilst listening to nu metal. The neighbours don’t even bang against the wall any more. I’d go outside, but I have no clothes, I burnt them a long time ago.

It’s the same every day. And I hope tomorrow is different from today.

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