For a while, everyone seems to keep asking me what I want because I keep walking around pleasing everyone else and acting like I don't have needs.
And for the first time in a while, if you were to ask me what it is I need, I'll look you straight in the eyes and tell you.
I'll scream it in your face. And I'll mean every word that comes out of my mouth.
I need a bottle of Jack, and a razor blade. I kid you not.
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