Luyện nghe bài hát A Departure

To out
For

Night on me writing this and I ran out of paper so I crossed the name out at the top of the page. Not sure why I'm even writing this. But I guess it feels right. It sort of feels like I have to-like an exorcism

I that makes me sound crazy but that's alright. Lately I feel like I might be, not that I've heard any voices or anything. Just like that everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn't and you think too much about death

Maybe you know I'm talking about. Or maybe you would have known? Or had known?
Is it knew? I don't know what tense to use

I know I never used to feel like this. I used to never think of death or hear voices. I to feel Like everything was perfectly in order, a "normal" life, but I guess then came a departure
That I know you understand (or understood?). I guess things changed after that, and I'm mostly scared now
But it's there in the stories, or whatever they are. You can see it. Anybody could if they could Look. I wrote some notes in the margins explaining it. The rest is in between lines or in the fine Print. First, the feeling of abandonment, then trying to cope. Then death and hope and the Itself, waiting for me. It's all there in the pages ahead of here. It's there waiting for you
Or for me. I'm not

The story

For
For everything...