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brothers, part 10

He’s looking for something. I can’t help him find it. I had no idea it was possible to be this heartbroken. He’s looking.

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morphine and me

 breathing is the hardest thing to do. — the prophet scott weiland i only have one clear recollection of morphine. i was in the hospital after the monkey heart transplant and my lung was collapsing. the panicking doctors had to jab a … Continue reading

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