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You sound dead inside. Numb, foggy, a glimpse of your puffy face in the mirror, another drink, afraid to die, not today, maybe tomorrow. If only you could drown yourself in sorrow, just a shadow, vanishing into the grey currents of the Hudson River, begging for forgiveness.



Shenanigans.
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Because you already yelled 'dropping prices!!!' after Red Light canned you. - Gia Jordan to Brandon Iron