I can't keep going if you keep hurting me. It seems the only time it feels OK is when I've stopped, and even then it's not real. Like a body that's gotten used to a blade inside, everything is fine until the blade is moved. And so I try to keep going. But when I do you're there to remind me, to bleed me, to slow me down.
Honestly with these new shoes, am I right?!?
This message was brought to you by most terrible solo performances.
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