Many times I feel like the good Lord picked me up with his bare hands, laid me down on the bed of rusty nails, pinned me ankles behind my ears and just punched on my chest. I fool myself into thinking that, I can fix things, I can make her come back. It hurts when I see my close friends being in the same dark and all I can do for them is nothing. I know I’m a big fan of the bye bye pain juice. These things make me easy, not sleazy. I feel I’m in the worst invention ever. That’s just me.


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