Coffee after coffee after coffee after coffee. Throw in a fag every now and then into the mix, and you get my day, my everyday. Looking at my hands, they tell a story. Phone numbers I should forget, paint from buddha that hasn't washed off from the previous night, chipped nails, and the ever-present, ever-increasing shake. I lost a lot. I lost
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