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You probably wouldn't like me.
I'm afraid I'm going to throw up in her car.
Most days neither do I.
My chest is a cave and there is something angry in there
Something fluttering
Something he doesn't understand.
And if you don't know, you don't know
And even when you think you do
You're probably wrong
And all you're really seeing is the deep insides of yourself.
Id get drunk and feel like I want to help.
Help what?
Not help.
I can't sleep because the anxiety won't allow it.
Maybe I could practice drinking.