It hurts to remember; I try my hardest to forget, but, sometimes, I have to let it all out. Sometimes, there isn't any Advil or some vodka there for me to choke down, and I have to let it out somehow. I can't spend another night, staring at my ceiling, thinking and crying. There's no other reason I use this damn thing. None. (Side Effects- AwesomenessTV; not HTR.) eventual Zexi!
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