Im still not a little ready. Im close, real close.
Let's order 50 pieces of chicken nuggets, that a lot of chickens. hmm.
losing all my friends. losing them to drinking and to driving. Do you miss the blend of colors she left in your black and white field? Do you feel condemned just being there? I am not your friend. I am just a man who knows how to feel. I am not your friend. I'm not your lover. I'm not your family.
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