Bloody legs, needles, bruises, hangover, all cried out. What can you do when the tears run out? This is pain. This is hurt. This is all wrong. How did this happen. Fuck the world; fuck them and their self-destructiveness. Fuck the stigma fuck the taboo. I hate it all. I hate. That sums it all up. I hate. I feel like I am about to throw up. I am not
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