A recollection of self-destruction.

I love beautiful clothing.
I smoke too much.
I take too many pills.
My mind goes one million miles per hour.
I keep lots of secrets from people.
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I like to set myself up for disaster. I just do. I don’t know why, but I never fail myself.

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Don't worry,

Everyone is full of shit.

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Smoke crack, worship satan.

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