My autobiography

March 6, 2014

You're complaining beause he hurt you and she's barely there.

I'm sustaining.

He's in prison and she wants me, just not with her there.

Looking for a high in the form of a substance.

Did what felt good, I knew it was wrong but it's too late to reverse this.

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