i guess you do decide my fate after all... of course you know what this means... nothing... nothing at all. i thought it was a good idea to go downtown. i thought i could have a stress free night in which nothing goes wrong and no one to screw me over. and then i woke up at a bar waiting for a drink they would not give me because i was in a world that didn't matter to me. where i mattered. but as i sipped, what slipped but the words which i dreaded to hear. aided and abetted by my one and only weakness. MY LIFE. and then like that... it was gone. stripped feathered and dipped in tar. whipped with leather; ripped and scarred
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thanks.
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