I want to crawl into bed and sink into a xanex induced oblivion. How does emotional pain become physical. It hurts, literally where my heart is. I hate that someone can make me feel this way.
I'm living beyond my colorful past and bad habits, with the occasional slippage. I have a penchant for trouble and a passion for drips, clicks and blips.
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I know that pain alittle too good...Cheer up! It'll get better, this way or the other.
I've heared the lines above several times before and they never helped me at that moment, but it's the truth.
Although I don't know you, I'm feeling with you. best wishes.
By Alex Nowak, at 1:13 PM
I readily confess I do not miss those evenings my friend. Feast on something psychotropic and tell me all about it.
By kevin black, at 9:28 PM
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