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After smashing my head in the dark a million times on shit, I had to succumb to the fate of scooting on my ass like a dog with worms in the dark-as-shit hallways.
“Every inch, every mark, every freckle or scar is beautiful.”
Every broken piece of my soul is yours.”
To be fair, ‘Going out’ was subjective. We couldn’t go anywhere without getting a few bullets as ass plugs if any cops found us, but today was my Little Lamb’s birthday.
