contradictions
every day contsrued and clueless refuse to be ambushed by my mental inacpabilty no remorese for the way my life turned out no hand out for a favor or thinking of evil calamity in skeems and lics of eppic proportions vision of young women having abortions the world is a cold ery place that is not my hoime im not of this world im simplistic and sometimes canabilistic stuck in a rut in my mind saying what the fuck addictions turn into a so called famiy tradition trying to hide from the law and the crroked politicians and that why i say lifes over rated too many contradictions
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