"Light up a cigarette, breathe that poison.
Open the red bottle, drink that ill fortune.
Take a pill, live that feel.
Have the injection, feel the perfection.
Feel alive... Whenever you feel sad...
...Perfection of being ill and bad..."
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shades of Cool
AcakSometimes I wonder if it was God's plan that I should be alone for so much of my life. I found peace. I found happiness within people and the world...
