My mind. My heart. My house. My life. God damnit! Where the hell are my favorite pants? My dog disappears for days at a time and comes home when she wants food- the selfish bitch. Inspiration for poetry- lost that, too. I knew it was a mistake when I sold my soul but I did it anyway.

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