In battered neon lights our names are written, like stars, but less.
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You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinkin' alcohol. It's science.
Don't keep the peace. There was never any peace. The 'peace' was everyone agreeing to let the bullies bully the whipping boy. Now the whipping boy is old and isn't taking shit anymore and everyone's concerned who's next.