I'm tired and I think too much, I'm Jewish, I feel useless, if every sentence uttered paid a buck, I'd be set for life in an hour or so. I'm sick and strange, my mind makes a mess, I doubt my will to live, I do not trust, I check my lust, I have the world's best friend. Some days I could use a hug but don't deserve a one, reconcile yourself to the idea of me smacking you around and we'll be good to go.

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