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"♡︎ He thought of cars, and where,
where to drive them. ♡︎"		 "♡ Your day has finally come, so,
wear the hat and do the dance, and let the suit keep wearing you. ♡"		 "♡ Let me bleed on your wings, it ain't much but is more than we had, when all that we had was our pain ♡" "♡︎ All of my excuses turn to lies, well,
maybe God will cover up his eyes. ♡︎"		 "♡︎ I search deeper every time, the harder it is,
the more it feels right. ♡︎"		 "♡︎ Come hear the music play,
life is a cabaret, old chum. ♡"


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Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.