>Wb. How are you feeling?
-Disgusting. Pathetic. Exhausted.
-How is your night going?
>Bipolar, switchblades, exes, pending hatefuck. Save me from myself.
-We will make each other drown.
>Then the abyss it is, unbreathing with each others doom on our shoulders, held under the itchy palms of lottery destiny.
>We'll drown upright on the count of three, a gaze a thousand miles past due.
>1,
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