Love sucks don't it?
Trying to do the good thing, I really am.
Recently every time I see someone's name or photo, it's like getting kicked in the stomach. Am I the immature one? I don't want to feel this way.
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A tragic tale of woe, broken dreams, shattered illusions, and small furry animals on the West Coast of Canada. Uncensored thoughts of a man before the coffee kicks in....
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