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I can see it in your eyes. They're wet like a dog's. You're looking for a leg to clim to keep you from drowning. Your hands reach out, clutching for something solid to hold on to. You're weak and in need. You want something to hold so you can have something to blame. Dont reach out to me. I'm drowning too.
- Henry Rollins