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I could stay drunk for days, I love the way I can't feel my legs or my head and I can't see what's in front of me; I love how I can punch anything and everything and not feel it, and I absolutely love stumbling home with ****** knuckles and laughing at my own stupidity; I see inside of myself when I'm drinking, I see it all; all the anger and the pain, we don't talk, just look, and that is enough, to know that when I inform people that there is so much more to me than what they see, and they tell me I'm being silly, I know, I know, that you exist
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
drinking
I could stay drunk for days, I love the way I can't feel my legs or my head and I can't see what's in front of me; I love how I can punch anything and everything and not feel it, and I absolutely love stumbling home with ****** knuckles and laughing at my own stupidity; I see inside of myself when I'm drinking, I see it all; all the anger and the pain, we don't talk, just look, and that is enough, to know that when I inform people that there is so much more to me than what they see, and they tell me I'm being silly, I know, I know, that you exist
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
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