there's nothing left to feed on.
My body needs a reason to cross that line.
Will you carry me there one more time?
- reason to believe, dashboard confessional
dusk and summer
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... everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash... everything you're ever proud of will be thrown away... everyone you love will either reject you or die... on a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop down to zero... [fight club]
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