I'm like a drug.
I see it.
my things will be packed away. stored in a tiny unfamiliar room in Miami. my house will be rented out to who knows who. my room... my sanctuary... will be someone elses. my walls will be bare and repainted. my room. my small townhouse. my home of 10 years will not be mine for a very long time.
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oh
those motherfuckers killed denny. i'm so upset. i cried like a baby. i did.