Fear Builds Walls. // Tired, Bit Drunk, Alone.

Fear Builds Walls.

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Fear Builds Walls.
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Tired, Bit Drunk, Alone.

All the reds,

All the reds,

Fuck the reds,

All the reds.

I hold in a greasy grasp, a gripping grasp of a game.

I’ve got every fucking card.