I'm trying.  I'm trying.  I'm trying.

___ has, for the last week, been handing me bullshit about a new type of relationship, but I think I'll stick with ___. I've changed the lock on the door (to keep ___ out).

11 was a race horse
22 was 12
1111 race
22112

That's a pretty sick poem, but what do you expect from a sick mind.

May the Force Be With You.