and that i'll pay for it.
it'll take at least three lessons to get back to where i was.
but it is too much to ask me not to.
i will destroy my vocal chords one way or another.
poor landlord, poor roommates, poor dying birds on the rooftop
who listen to the shaky pitchy ridiculous attempt at Lieder
that needs to be poured out of my diaphragm on days like this.
it is nothing but a joy cut short because i can't keep going.
and a little bit of a proud embarrassment.
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