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Draw. Draw.
Draw. Draw.
Draw. Draw.
Draw. Draw.
Draw. Draw.
Draw. Draw.
Draw. Draw.
Draw. Draw.
Draw. Draw.
Draw. Draw.
Draw. Draw.
DrawDraw.
DraDraw.
Draw.
Close.

Why dont I?
...iunno

Any temptation, and I want to throw my (promises?) out the window.
I hear good news, and feel worse.
I want you, but I only (strive?) for you idly.
If I were my own doctor, I'd tell myself that something was wrong, and that we can almost put our finger on it; but we cannot discern a cure.
What, am I moping? Wallowing?
Do I think I can exist?
I.... am..... lame?
In the spiritualiteral fashion, of course.




... sigh