EMBRACING STORMS AND HURRICANES. JUST NOT THE MAN YOU HAVE WANTED TO KNOW. I'M BREAKING HEARTS AND CRUSHING BONES. THE HOPELESS SCREAM OF HAPPINESS REMINDS ME NOTHING BUT WHAT I HAVE LOST. AND FAITH IS SLOWLY TURNS TO DUST. HOPE IS OUT OF STOCK, HOPE IS OUT OF STOCK TODAY, BABY. I'M GETTING DRUNK AND SICK AS FUCK FOR SADNESS WILL PREVAIL. LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOLE. NOW YOU'RE OUT OF REACH AND NOTHING WILL KEEP ME ALIVE. MY BIGGEST MISTAKE IS THE WISH TO SURVIVE. STRIP YOUR FUCKING GUN, STRIP YOUR FUCKING GUN AND WATCH ME DEAD. OR GRAB THE STICK AND BEAT THAT SHIT OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD. KEEP LAUGHING. KEEP SINGING. I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN. HOPE IS OUT OF STOCK BUT STOCK IS FULL OF WHISKEY. AND SO WE’RE QUITS, DEAR? AND SO WE DROWN, BITCH. I PREFER JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK. YOU'RE OUT OF CARDS EXCEPT LAST ONE. SO I WILL JAG AND GUT YOU UP UNTIL YOU’LL DROP YOUR MOTHER-FUCKING TRUMP. JUST PAY THE BILLS AND LEAVE. THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID TO ME. AND SO ANOTHER SIN IS LIVING DEEP WITHIN. NO NEED TO CALL THE COPS OR FUCKING AMBULANCE. ANOTHER SLUT IS GETTING HOT IN VERY SPECIAL WAY.
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