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Originally posted by World's King
Life continues like this for years. Pills popped and razors dulled. Vodka, beer and blood become all you know. And really at this point. 4 years into it. The pain is becoming a really good friend. It's like a warm hug. So, nights pass with puddles besdie the bed and bathtub. And every morning you wake up wanting more.
But then again you wouldn't understand.
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I don't
Now that I think about it, I have never even thought about it.
I'm not a happy go lucky guy, but I have never thought anything was that bad. I guess I just don't understand.
I always washed teh pills down with the Vodka cause I wanted to have a good time.