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[ P. 1 Hyacinth ] Every night, it's like I'm transported to an abandoned movie theater. It's just me, the bouquet and the wounds. rerun movie To the past that was pathetic and painful forcing me to repeat with the ending made by me It's only me who knows It was only me who saw it. only me who still sleeps dreaming of past mistakes angry with the people who hurt me cry of disappointment and sink into that filth --- [ P.2 xxxxx ] Is it fun? Look at my shameful shame is it fun? Does it make you happy or does it upset you? If that question gets you thinking. and its answer was frustration. Why do so many people enjoy watching other people's shame? like entering a movie theater reserve a seat and look at the life of a person who wants to live Is it fun? Isn't it fun? Hopefully you're not a movie theater and not a watcher0 but HUMAN