I could never quite understand myself. Sometimes I'd find myself doing one thing, then I'd do another and wonder what happened. It makes me angry. Angrier than I already am.
I wish I could feel sorry for what I've done. But I don't regret anything anymore. After my world got a lot darker, my time is spent digging holes in the ground in the trees.
They don't tell nobody but God.
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