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I am human too. Sometimes I get hurt too. How come no one ever realizes that.

And Hey! I have a problem with drinks. Alcohol. I am told I drink too much. My be I do. And then I go violent and pick fights with people I don't even know.

But I drink only when I am feeling that hurt. You know, like something is eating your insides. And you cannot get it out. So you go try drink it out. Liver is as good a road as any other, to go to your maker, whoever he is. Never met him yet. I guess I will eventually, like those golden girls and chimmney sweeps. And then I have a few questions to ask.

Life sucks, dude. And there ain't nothing you can do about it. So just shut the heck up and get on with it. Or end it.

What are you wailing for anyway? None of the other seven billion idiots out there care, you moron. It's your life and your problem.

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