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.