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Sep 2018
Can anyone tell me what I’m suppose to do now?
There’s no one left.
She’s gone. (I wasn’t good enough I guess.)
So what do I do now?
No family. No friends. Just work, books, and whiskey.
Is that it?
I never really wanted to live anyway I guess.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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