Pity to those who suffer the self righteousness of those whose take masochistic pleasure in self denial and proclaim it as the joy of simplicity. Like it makes a fucking difference once you're dead.
If there's one thing I have said,
is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed.
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door,
it's been the worst day since yesterday
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