Another day in Brockton come and gone. I'm wiped out. I'm in such a "fuck everything" kind of mood. I need to escape this group of people. Well, most of them. I haven't really had time to myself, save the couple hours before I pass out at eleven. There are only one or two people who I can still tolerate on a regular basis. I wish I wasn't
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"we used to be this dying breed"
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