If you had anything to show, I never saw it. And you never stopped arguing like a man with the mouth of a truck driver. I still see a hairy, gross, sweaty truck driver on the other end of your voice. Help me Lord, to make me forget the nightmare.

I've been trying to articulate this all year and I finally found something that says precisely how I feel!


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