"A job at the end of the world. A salary killer for a big petroleum company. I don't know why I did half the things I've done, but I know this is where I belong. Surrounded by ex-cons, fugitives, drifters, assholes. Men unfit for mankind.
There's not a second goes by when I'm not thinking of you in some way. I want to see your face, feel your hands in mine, feel you against me. But I know that will never be, you left me and I can't get you back. I move like I imagine the damned do, cursed. And I feel like it's only a matter of time. I don't know why I'm writing this, I don't know what can come of it. I know I can't get you back. I don't know why this has happened to us. I feel like it's me, bad luck, poison. And I've stopped doing this world any real good.
Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I'll ever know.
Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day."
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