The end of a three weeks of summer.

[youdoandidont]

Every single time that I think that things might be all right,
my life seems to tell me to go to hell.

I have thought of a great invention.
Ask me what it is.

I can't stop chewing my mustache off.
But I'm alive anyway.

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[youdoandidont]

My whole beard is gone.
So is most of my hair.

You won't even know me.

Love you!!!