It's all really such shit. The way I always write, the tone, the prosaic form, bullshit. I am not the same person I was 2 years ago. I am angry, I am hollow and I am on the warpath. Nothing ever stays good, everything turns to crap, and my peace of mind has vanished. Life as I knew it is gone and I am here, fists at the ready, waiting for the
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