The vary large disarray

The end had to be near. It was over. She had burned through second, third, fourth chances like they were rolls of the dice in an alley. She was done. She knew it. She walked, willing one more miracle to account for all the times she’d been good to people who needed it or didn’t even deserve it. She so wanted to believe in karma.

‘She never mentions the word addiction / In certain company / Yes, she’ll tell you she’s an orphan / After you meet her family…Yes, she gives a smile when the pain comes, / The pain gonna make everything alright / Says, she talks to angels, / They call her out by her name…’ —Black Crowes
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