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Bad Writing's Like Bad Women: There's Just Not Much You Can Do About It

My Flesh Looked Like It Wasn't Trying. It Looked Like It Hated Being Part Of Me.

It Seemed Better To Delay Thinking.

Before My Death I Hope To Obtain My Life.

She Was Consumed By 3 Simple Things: Drink, Despair, Loneliness; And 2 More: Youth And Beauty