I'm a wreck.
Mother of all things bad.
A fucking piece of shit.
The lowest of the dirty low.
May god strike me down where i stand.
Yet again, i am stuck in this place.
Left behind, unintentionally, but nevertheless, left behind.
Out and about is where i wish i could be.
Why does it always have to be this way with me?
Everytime i make plans,
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