If I was a little less considerate, I would ask a stranger at a bus stop for a cigarette. There is something about the action of smoking that seems to let you burn all the sorrow and pain away.
If I was a little less sensible, I would allow myself to get drunk every night. At least if you can get yourself hung over, you wouldn't have to think for just a little while.
If I had a little more guts, I'd probably have killed myself by now...
Anything to stop the mind from wandering.
Anything to stop the heart from feeling.
Anything to numb myself...
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