Let’s face it, yesterday you got your death warrant signed and you felt lightened. You’ve been beating around the bush all summer long, doing sweet fanny adams since you lost your pride.You’ve been so busy fighting the flashbacks, it was relief, wasn’t it?. But if they could see you now, that little gang of yours , they’d chase you away from Walthamstow.
So you went and lied and flashed your best smile and had a fag and answered stupid questions and took your meds and fell asleep in a bus going North. Half laughing, half wondering when, how it’s gonna stop. Could you please shut the fuck up, but the little voice in the back of your head goes on with its little slangy speech. You should have it checked, kid, perhaps you have a Voldemort nested on it . You say you've seen the face of God and his name is Brian Kinney. I bet my ass you dreamt it, honey.
So you went and lied and flashed your best smile and had a fag and answered stupid questions and took your meds and fell asleep in a bus going North. Half laughing, half wondering when, how it’s gonna stop. Could you please shut the fuck up, but the little voice in the back of your head goes on with its little slangy speech. You should have it checked, kid, perhaps you have a Voldemort nested on it . You say you've seen the face of God and his name is Brian Kinney. I bet my ass you dreamt it, honey.
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