Stop. Drop. Roll.
The language is leaving me.
"I used to be a lunatic from the gracious days
I used to be woebegone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
Oh, but now...
I don't find myself bouncing home whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry."
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