It is the deepest cut, the eyelash in my eye, the jerk that cuts me off,
It’s the cold that cuts through me like a knife; it is the killer that that gets off on torturing me, scorching my flesh with half-smoked cigarettes and gagging me when I scream. It puts me in a padded room in a straight-jacket and tells me that I am crazy when I know I'm not. It is the bad taste in my mouth that never leaves me. Aggravating!
It makes me want to kill myself...
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Devious Comments
I really appreciate you calling me the other day. It helped to talk even for only a few minutes. And, I know how frustrating those raises can be. However, I will pray that God blesses what you are making. I know that when I first started working there I was making a lot less than my previous job, but for some reason, we did better with our finances than we ever did. God was truly pulling us through and blessing us.
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