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There's Something, I Think, That Gets Lost When We Write Something - Something Gets Lost In The Translation. So I Speak Everything Out, And It's More Important How It Sounds. And Applying That To More Formal Aspects Of Writing.

I Close My Eyes And I Take A Deep Breath And I Think About My Life And How I Ended Up This Way. I Think About The Ruin, Devastation And Wreckage I Have Caused To Myself And To Others. I Think About Self-hatred And Self-loathing. I Think About How And Why And What Happened And The Thoughts Come Easily, But The Answers Don't.

The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.

...we Got This Gift Of Life And We Got It One Time And We Gonna Get Hurt In It And Be Hurt Going Through It And The Only Thing That'll Make That Hurt Better Or Hurt Less Is Love.

I Want A Drink. I Want Fifty Drinks. I Want A Bottle Of The Purest, Strongest, Most Destructive, Most Poisonous Alcohol On Earth. I Want Fifty Bottles Of It. I Want Crack, Dirty And Yellow And Filled With Formaldehyde. I Want A Pile Of Powder Meth, Five Hundred Hits Of Acid, A Garbage Bag Full Of Mushrooms, A Tube Of Glue Bigger Than A Truck, A Pool Of Gas Large Enough To Drown In. I Want Something Anything Whatever However As Much As I Can.