I am gorgeous. I am a no-good, futile, useless, incoherent, drunken rambling. When your eyes turn from one corner to another, I am the blur in between. When you look at the old family photographs, I am the grain. At the end, I deserve company as much as you do. And while I might seem miserable, I get by.
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