There are no rose colored glasses. No coffee to smell. No padding to soften the blow. This is it. This is the bitter truth. You've made it to the end of the line. Time to live up to the fact that you've allowed your life to spiral out of control. Because it was your doing. No one else's. Sure, blame it on society. Blame it on your horrible, fighting, drug addicted parents. No one here's going to believe you, though. Everyone at Lost has come to this point from sheer desperation. It's not a prison. It's not a rehab clinic. Far from; Lost is a place for those who have no where else to run. Those who have been shunned from all places considered civilized. So come on. Fess up. You screwed it all up. You stole one too many cars, did one too many drugs, cursed out one too many police officers. Don't worry about it, though. Everyone that's come to Lost has come to get away from it all. So now you've built that bridge. Welcome to the ranks of the socially unacceptable.

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