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If this is what it feels like then do I love it or hate it? Maybe someday it will settle into place, but for now the faith is up to question. I doubt the good in this, but I doubt the bad.
I'm not dead, but I can't eat. The heat destroys my appetite, sometimes my nicoteen addiction. I still feel the liquor sloshing in my stomach, and its around three days worth.
I lied to a liar, and I kissed a pervert. I whispered everything to the untrustworthy (or so it now seems), and I drank a handle because I hate facing that.. stuff...
There is beauty here somewhere, but everyone is too passive. Too, something. Too lackadaisical. Too pretentious. Too shady.
Everyone has their vices, but mine are going to kill me.
Shh. Its a big secret.
I'm not dead, but I can't eat. The heat destroys my appetite, sometimes my nicoteen addiction. I still feel the liquor sloshing in my stomach, and its around three days worth.
I lied to a liar, and I kissed a pervert. I whispered everything to the untrustworthy (or so it now seems), and I drank a handle because I hate facing that.. stuff...
There is beauty here somewhere, but everyone is too passive. Too, something. Too lackadaisical. Too pretentious. Too shady.
Everyone has their vices, but mine are going to kill me.
Shh. Its a big secret.