a bottle of pills and a scared, cut, and bunred body fell to the floor. nothing worked, and i couldnt get up again. charcoal dosent taste good, and those basterds say it taste like chocolate, like they fuckin eat it. I lived, and life kept gettin worse, but i wasnt gonna be its bitch. shit still sucks, but ive learned to deal with it, and find
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