Money, what a stupid thing.
It's not their looks that get me, it's their smell.
Sometimes I wonder why my hands suddenly began to shake. Some other times I drink myself to sleep.
Doing brings with it a sense of happiness that those who do nothing could never understand.
My hands admit this carnage, for it is I that have done all of which cannot be undone.
Admittedly, she is a risk. Then again, she makes me smile. And what else can we hope in this life other than that.
Keep running, so that you might find relief. Yet you will never be able to escape from yourself.
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