You can't quit until you try. You can't live until you die. You can't learn to tell the truth until you learn to lie.
I know some things that you don’t. I’ve done things that you won’t. There’s nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home. I was waiting for my hearse, what came next was so much worse. It took a funeral to make me feel alive
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