Staring at the pack in front of me. I know it is full than empty. I could start but there would be no end. Why do they tell you to stop when they had never listened to your cries? Irony of a human being. I am just holding out... I find myself repeating. But I know these actions would bring about a chain effect. Time has told me, my impulse does not do me any good. A cup of gin, and so I did. Just like that. Indeed the best gift. Happy birthday...
Where all wrongs are made right.
When loneliness is made perfect.
That is where I belong.
When loneliness is made perfect.
That is where I belong.
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