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THE NEANDERTHAL.

- Finally, I'm here again.
- the dick thinking, burping smelling monster is here again. At the rudder...
- after all the chores... cleaning, washing, working, I'm back again...
- I'm the drunk fool... one step closer to death...
- I'm back where I belong.
- Sometimes, I truly believe, this is who I am, this is all I deserve, this was the plan for me all along...
- It is exactly the kind of a game I would agree to start...
- you mean it will end, in x number of years, I never have to do it again unless I want too...?
- I will learn the material world, I will learn rejection, I will know stupidity, heartache, the willingness to want out...
- it does read like a game I play, or movie I watch or a poem I like to read...
- and now it is my life... The perfection of it...
- its a game where we choose how boring/exciting it will be...
- I am happy to be there finally....
as I vomit and laugh, laugh uncontrollably... peeing myself... lying under the table... from where I work... where I steel my money...
where the magic... sometime appears... where I live... where I will die...there... here... I in fetal position will cry...
yes, you are not here... but I see you, I feel you... and I hope you make it...




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Publicerad 2024-10-11 23:07



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    Pudas123
Well, I did not read it all, to bee onest, but you got the skill I think, skill to drink a lot(as mee) but also the skil to schange a lot. Best luck to you (and to me)
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Alexander Gustafsson
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