I feel like if I go to the right I hurt and get hurt and if I go to the left I get the same results. If I do neither I will expire and cease to exist.
I reach down and see if I can find an ejection cord but hand comes up empty. Swear pours down face and I taste my own fear. Frustration is at a level I reach rarely.
The saga continues of this fucked up life I lead. Maybe one day I will figure it out or not. I just hope I so before its to late.
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