I used to think I knew what rock bottom was, and then this past week happened. And I will never be able to apologize enough to be forgiven, there will never be enough virgins to sacrifice or effigies burnt to make up for the mistakes we have made, and I will never be able to stand up for myself without remembering the reality of repercussions. This is rock bottom, and even its cold, black reality cannot keep me from acting like I have my shit together.
I don't.
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