And our words don't make sense and I do understand
What is the story you tell yourself, everyday, every morning, when you first wake up, that you now mistake for being a permanent truth about the fibers of your being, when really the story can be changed, re-written, and the neural channels re-wired?
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That I am irreparably damaged.
That I will never not be in intense physical pain.
That I have no self-discipline or self-control.
Fun times.
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I didnt' even change bitch's name. Well the spelling. You think she'll still be able to sue?
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As long as you slap the big "the following is a work of fiction, all similiarities are coincidental blah blah" at the beginning, you're golden!
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