Blood and ink.
Fists and ice.
Tears and screams.
Whiskey and pot.
Sleep and food.
Vomit and hunger.
Sex and affection.
Metal and screamo.
Dreams and lies.
So much pain.
Should we give it up? Can we? Any of us? Everyones got an addition. They want us to stop, but we don't know how.
We are in pain. It's partly our fault. But how can we find it in us to care? It's all we can do to hold on.
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Explaination
RandomI was told I should write a book. So why not? Its gonna suck, and I don't apologize. Its not a story, or anything with a real plot, just some thoughts of mine. I don't know how deep this shit's gonna go, I'm just rolling with it. I do encourage comm...
