"Sean Na Na"

I think I'm dying. Confidant told me not to go for the green. I think I'm failing. I lost the ring for the red. Red ink on hands. You caught me. You keep on walking. Look at me while I'm writing. You stop, take a look around. You look at your feet on the ground. You've found. You can have a number if I can have a name. I think I'm dying.

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