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every time i'd start to fall asleep i'd imagine beating the shit out of him and my heart would start pounding and i'd wake up again i thought about getting up to punch the couch. i thought about targeting his house. but i knew ultimately that the only thing that would help would be to meditate my mind away from what happened. he screamed and spat in my face. no reason. no fucking reason. i found myself longing for the days where i had a crew that would beat him senseless for me. but that's childish, i tell myself... wouldn't help anything, would it? fuck. fuck fuck fuck. he's the one with the problem. i should just move on. |
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