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I'm showing I'm strong,
I'm showing nothing's wrong.
I'm showing my funny face,
Fear, anxiety, trembles- you will never trace.

But I'm breaking down with a thousand and one uncertainties & insecurities,
over every fucking thing that I have to accomplish and face.

Someone strike me, hard.
Shoot me- with a shot or a bullet.

By one means or another you, whom i met, will leave.
Inevitable
Just tell me one thing:
Do you give a flying fuck? Where were you?

I have just received two 50mL bottles of Drambuie- one in each hand.
As it goes, "A balanced diet is a cookie on each hand."
I say, "A balanced mind is a shot in one hand, and a pill in the other."
I guess a shot can replace the pill.

Down it goes.
Out it went.
Good bye, consciousness.