At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.
And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices... life.
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And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices... life.
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