A third of a year passed and i still think about her every day, all the drugs and booze imaginable can't get it out.. you ever look at a situation in retrospect and realize how fucking easy it would have been to not fuck it up? Every day all day. Fuck it, i need a purpose. maybe its to entertain, maybe its to be out of the way and observe,
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