>>92828090>You remember feelings, right?I remember that, kid. Even like a lovingly crafted, hand-rolled cigarette, those feelings eventually burn out....then you're left with nothing but the ashes of the life you used to have, no amount of paper-mache can bind it back together. The same with tears, eventually, your well runs dry. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow...but eventually, one day the water stops flowing, and you either pack up and move on, or wither away...that's how it is in this hell of a city.
