cosmic love

brother let me be your shelter

too intoxicated to be scared

this is the key to my old bedroom

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I avoid myself. Why? I'm afraid. Okay. Afraid of what? Finding too much, too little, nothing at all? Do I even exist? See me. Elliot Alderson. I am here. Now I'm gone. We have to hack Me. Nothing. No identity. I'm a ghost. Did I erase myself?

bonsoir, elliot

I tried to write your name in the rain But the rain never came So I made with the sun

and I would have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life

If you died, would anyone care? Would they really care? Yeah, maybe they'd cry for a day; but let's be honest. No one would give a shit. They wouldn't. The few people that would feel obligated to go to your funeral would probably be annoyed, and leave as early as possible. That's who you are. That's what you are. You're nothing to anyone, to everyone.

this kid saved Elliot’s life

There are many reasons why you wanna recover a file you just deleted. When you have that moment of panic, where it hits you, where that thing you thought had no value suddenly becomes important. Where you suddenly find new purpose for it.