Dear Ms. Leading,

I regret to inform you I've fallen out of lust.
It must be so hard to understand.
Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
And make believing everything you said was true
Push your pouting lips on other unsuspecting lovers

The Dear Hunter


I miss yellow lines in my roads. Some color on monochrome. Maybe I'll paint them in myself.

I've been having difficulty watching my friends and acquaintances graduate and move on with their lives.
They're moving away.
They're growing up.
They're zombie getting jobs.

And I'm still here.
I'm still zombie here.

And you're still talking to me.
Still zombie talking.
After all these years.
I thought you were dead.
No. You're a zombie.

This fucking sucks.

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