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Not You I’ve kicked you out many times From my mind. I’ve bolted down the tiny path, Always leading somewhere toward mistakes. I played with death Because of you. I wanted it. I craved it. I needed it. My chest was crushed under your weight. The weight I thought was something else. The something else
PICTURE OF THE WEEK Jeez, not you again! Weren’t you on these tracks recently? WORD OF THE WEEK Do you do things willy-nilly? VIDEO OF THE WEEK Getting old sucks, but wisdom is also gained.

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