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A Suicidal, Drunk, Insomniac
I have forgotten the feeling of what normality means.
I float around within a numbness submerged within a dream.
I see the world pass faster every single day.
I see my end come closer, I see the future become shorter;
I can’t help but slaughter the time as I begin the decay.
It’s hard to find blame, but it’s a rationale thought to try and understand how this happened.
The worse ...
Thursday 1st August 2019 5:34 pm
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