Today
Its me against myself, against things that make no sense against people who plan thier day to give me hell like picking up curses off a grocery shelf, sending them in the mail for an unexpecting male, the reason is unreasonable they can hate me for being unpredictable unstable and all that other nonesense that makes me capable of continuing to write my own tale
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