I see beauty laced though our common existence... I find trust an impossibility.... Happiness is readily available and ever fleeting. I have gained a companion and misplaced a lover. Always a competitor and never a shoulder... You are my favorite poison! Your pain has become my gear, addictive and sweet. Slow death has never felt more like life!

I need more, I shall have more. F*** all who hinder.

Good is going bad, wholesale.

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  • My cousin is currently living that fake happiness or what I call that american heavy metal blonde bimbet lifestyle dream with a suitcase full of designer clothing and illegal drugs and boozing around in ugg-uggly bum boots and will be a try hard her whole life as a mother and end up in a gutter with needles up her arms the way she is going. I really think that that guy can do better then her.

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