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Dec 13, 2008 17:00

I feel like a compilation of worst case scenarios, a list of bad ideas transcended into life.

I am the blade of a killer, an instrument of destruction.

I drown my liver in booze.

I smoke two packs a day.

I love women that never love me back.

I destroy everything I find beautiful.
I need vindication, a moral victory.

I have no idea of which battles I should be fighting.

I think some people love me.

I pity them.

I don't want to be saved.

I want you to give me something better to do.

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