I hurt more than you. I swear. I've also been through a lot more shit than you. Would you like to see my passport?
Give me a checklist of the top 50 worst things to happen to a person in their life, and I'll check most. And you wonder why I'm so sensitive. Or never sensitive. Or contradictory.
Something's gotta give.
I see something amazing on the horizon and I think it's glassasscass.
Move back to Pittsburgh and blow with me. I miss you. Who will protect me from the big bad meanies who tromp my heart? You always have and now you're wrestling with the demons in your gallery.
Give.
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