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This Friday all the 80’s rock songs were telling me how hard it is to live without you,
endless empty nights by myself, staring out the window as life passes me by……
endless are the black clouds storming over the horizon heading my way,
blazing are the bolts of lightning staring me in the eye, telling me things…
willful destruction with every dirty memory trawled from my deepest self,
death is preferable to a desolate, empty, meaningless existence without you.