Some Of My Best Friends Were Suicides


There’s Nothing Like A Truly Lasting Commitment To Something Greater Than Oneself

At least that’s what I’ve been led to accept as business as usual in our nation of miserable fucks.

I gave up trying to find a reason to believe before I was unceremoniously forced out of the womb less than a year after conception. Just because I was born alive doesn’t mean the entire affair wasn’t the worst kind of abortion.

Poetry, like moderation, makes nothing happen.

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