but you hold nothing for me.
i've tried i really have but you are being a stubborn little bastard of a town.
i know where my home is...
it's the place where i can sit in a garage and smoke cigarettes until the sun comes up
then wake up and drink shitty diner coffee
and feel the warm embrace of comforting friends
acceptance,
acceptance.
and i'll never understand you.
but patience
patience
and the end will come soon.
goodnight.
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