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when i was eight years oldmy father coached my little league team.the other kids loved him,as he was jovial, lighthearted,and clearly showed a love fo..
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strung out on the living room sofa,downing screwdrivers and instant netflix,i can't remember when(but i know for a f*****g fact)i spent the last of my..
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i have scrubbed your shitters,served your suppers,bagged your groceries,read your namesand credit card numbers.i have smiled and warmly greeted,i have..
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finding her scentacrossthe necksof all then men i knowmakes for harsher wordsand stronger drinksthan i'd intended.but through it all,all the sober sex..
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when everything i needis just a sip away,sympathy becomes asad sacksymphonyof discordantdon't-you-dares andhey-good-jobs,an anti-understandingembrace ..
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i feel most alonewith all these strangersin my home,my soul has dancedan aging tangoon this old killing floor,and this swinging partyjust ain't my sce..
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the rain pounds down in waves,and yet each dropleaves its own distinct insultas they beat myhumming drumming clunkerinto submission.i sit in lonesome ..
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if God helps thosewho help themselvesthen every Dog who begswill surely long sufferfor his share of the grace.As for me,i drag my chains,they don't dr..
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nervous breakdown.
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poised passionate,but passive, dry,i remain knee-deepin a sea of careless c**t,anchored by the dead weight driveof trifling tidesand the apathy promis..
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