This is the shit I can’t figure out how to say or write. The shit that is eating at me 24-7. Like poison in a time-release pill. It’s not going to make sense all the time. But bear with me.

This is the shit I can’t figure out how to say or write. The shit that is eating at me 24-7. Like ...

A random thought spill. It won't make much sense. To you, ghost. Show more
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