I think I've said all I have to say, but somehow I can't seem to stop talking. I guess I haven't got it right yet, but fuck. When will I. I mean, really, when will I? Keep saying this over and over, keep coming back, but I'm just laying bricks.
I'm tired. I have fought as much as anyone, after my fashion. I tried to believe and I tried to do right. But right and wrong are all messed around and I don't know what I
believe anymore. Feel sick. All the shit I put in my system, and all the shit I put up with and all the great motherin' river of shit that flows through my mind, night after night.
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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