its one of those days where it feels great to be a
drunk,
eyes sunk and scars from the things you wish you'd remembered you'd done...
fun.
some times it comes at a
cost
theres even walled marts & targets to get your dick off
...or the marine corp..
or unemployment without a single care in the world.
foreshadowing...
foreboding.
time spent roaming river valleys and dormitories
formal apologies to every one you've ever loved
time spent without a fare in the world
but it gets so old.
so lonely
I hate who most have think I've become...
when for once in my life I've just been being myself lately.
hell
it can be heaven on earth
worth every ounce of breathe
every pire of
words.
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