here i go, falling off the sidewalk again... maybe my brain is floating in the alcohol that burns my cuts and tickles my throat. blood's running freely out of my viens, but, i'm still here, i'm still in pain. my body is numb, it's my mind that's in anguish. honey, i'm sorry, i can't much longer take this.
Reason for writing:
it would take more space than this box has to offer and more
time than you care to spend.
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