Monday is dreadful. What purpose does the day bring, but to pacify my anger at having squandered the weekend?
Intuition is helpful when it benefits the innocent.
The lies I told about the dignity I have sold would shock the most hardened detective.
My bank account is a testament to the toxicity a relationship with addiction truly represents.
Does anyone to justify screaming at the mirror on December 31st?
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