In trembling rage, I screamed at Life, WHY
Life, in response, held up a mirror, dredging up the provocation
of my own agonized appearance.
"You, own your life. The choices you make, the person you mold."
Edit: I'm just tired, okay? I have a lot of work to do. And I need comfort. But I'm just getting crap. So fuck this, okay? I don't want to be messed up. I need. To do. Work
Life, in response, held up a mirror, dredging up the provocation
of my own agonized appearance.
"You, own your life. The choices you make, the person you mold."
Edit: I'm just tired, okay? I have a lot of work to do. And I need comfort. But I'm just getting crap. So fuck this, okay? I don't want to be messed up. I need. To do. Work
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