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I waited. Passing between boy and boy. Shitty bands. Bands without feeling. Waiting. Everyone's staring at each other, judging. Finally. New songs. Heard them at the last show. How do those people know the words? Forgetting the words to the old songs. I know that when he sees me singing he'll join me: face to face mic sandwich. I love it when we scream together. But something's missing. I don't feel anything. Panic. Can I pretend? Am I dead? Push, push, funny looks. Boy+boy wonder what and why. I want to dissapear. |
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