I am always running. I think it was because they have always left me. Lovers, friends, mothers, fathers,in the end there is only me. Uncomfortable in my own skin like I have always been. I can not stand up to my own perfection. Striving for my own type of perfection is harder then any other persons. I am trying. I am drinking myself to death. I do
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