Pick it up, lay the keys by the door and leave. Your fucking guidelines are not for me. The top floor had collapsed in when I fell, and in a moment I escaped through the stairwell. Yeah I know, this ain't the best place to be, but I still live here. And maybe it's my fault. Hitchhike the days since summers past. Our residence is filled with broken glass. And I hate those fuckin' drives to the airport, I said goodbye and now I'm writing the report. Yeah I know, everyone wants to leave. Don't let me die alone.
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