Leave it alone, "bottles or cans," she said, "give me your hands you've been shakig all day." don't know what the hell is wrong with me I'm losing my grip on reality. but I want to leave, I want to live this time. dead o arrival, but I don't care, I've been there passing over red and white and blcking out again. I've seen the sun, so promising. do not attempt to understand slipping through your fingers. await the word lost to distinction. sadi hello to know avail but I've always expected the worst. I believe that what you get out of lief, is what you put in.
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