Know this and know it more than you've ever bothered to understand anything before: I am, as lonely as they come. As empty as they make them. There is a reason my liver is filled with whiskey. A cloaked rhyme to why my lungs have fallen in love with smoke. I am lonely. But I have come to the conclusion that loneliness, no matter how often it weighs the soul, is sometimes, a beautiful thing.

— Christopher Poindexter

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