2 Drink Minimum
It's Thursday all day they say ... but that's if time is truly a statement of reality or just a rung in the ladder of simplicity. Oil the machine so the links and screams aren't dull and as painful. The blood looks like muddy clay as it dries into the dry soil. Tears mixed with fragmented tales of wisdom and self shame. that's 30 uninterrupted minutes of self disclosure and lashes. The blade sinks into the meat and tears like that of a dog eared page in theking James. Don't hesitate to say what you really feel! Would you rather be alone or feel these feelings daily of guilt, shame and hate. yes ... even though the sun it seys it's still not to late ...
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