I'm good at somethings. Like finding pitfalls.
Even when I'm happy here, I'm miserable. Hopeless intentions will always haunt me. I don't know why it's so much harder here.
At least I can write again.
Let's get plastered on copacetic attitudes; swallow all that pus from failing too many times.
Because God knows I know that exit sign is a trap.
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