Sometimes nice guys do finish last, but they always finish. Born in a small town, Raised in a small town, going to college in a small town. Stand and stare the fog that is your fate, wither its loneliness, happiness, or nothingness, its yours; enjoy it for no other treat compares to this bitter sweet pestilence we call life.
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