#917621 added August 15, 2017 at 6:33pm Restrictions: None
The Skinny
8-8-17
It's the wrong kind of happiness guiding me
again. I don't know where
it finds the time. I don't got some.
You can only fatten up a hog so much
before the slaughter without
ruining the meat. I'm on the
underside, undersized, being
forced against the inner
working of my skin. This is
a truth. We all die alone,
so what do we know?
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