The more it's cut, the less attached, the same its pain
Clean, never been enough to be little chance value in my personal record.
Guess dumb is in a another side of the brain, silly me.
Oddly convenient, I could still glare at the ounces of food i ate that had me questionably healthy here and now, then but no further.
Start, never had thought that often and still thinking it must be something new and always been cheesy. As far I did not try to convince myself although it could be some questions keeping me a day and another. Many why's, if's and how's but when a conscious is not well fed, those answers never come satisfying. Too bad.
Now?