Bear with me, and maybe you'll feel sorry for ever thinking you would want to go anywhere else. We're too young to care.
Live with me, and be thankful that you didn't fall into hands even dirtier than mine.
Die with me, and maybe you'll feel a hint of guilt and regret for not going elsewhere, but we'll be too old to care.
We won't know who the fuck we are on sunday morning.
Smile on your brother. Everybody get together, it's uber-time right now.
Start living.
Just felt like sharing those few words.
Now go do something else, instead of reading this blog.
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