We were saluting King Ludwig of Bavaria, and laughing when I suddenly just couldn't stop thinking about Creep. It was one of many sad songs that the singers sang during the night, and I made a remark why the singers chose to sing such songs with their guitars in such a supposedly-happy place.
The outcome was inevitable. It stabbed me right in the heart, twisted it deeper, left it there, and went.
I really don't belong here.
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