Sitting, and getting crazier after each second. I'm so angry. I was never this furious before. It was just one drink. Just one fight, just one life. To think, its only been a minute of the rest of my life in this concrete hole. It was just one small, invisible person. I was doing them a favor. The world doesn't need nobodies like him. A drinker has no life. This is how they repay me. With heartfelt handcuffs and guns. Guns, I hate guns. Death, its better than here. Just sitting.
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