I WONT EVEN START TO EXPLAIN ALL OF MY BITCHES, COMPLAINTS, AND MOANS ABOUT MY LIFE PAST TO NOW AND THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE OR ARE FUCKING ME. SHIT GETS BAD FOR EVERYONE. BUT I GET UP, I GO TO WORK, I STILL HAVE HOPE EVEN IF LITTLE, I DONT LOOK FOR COMFORT IN A BOTTLE, I DONT SECLUDE MYSELF FROM THE ONLY PEOPLE I HAVE LEFT THAT ACTUALLY CARE. I TALK TO
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