heavy nagging feeling of anxiety and doom fills this grey empty room. I need to stop using because it's the drug I'm always choosing and I'm sinking coming undone and losing, the high isn't high anymore and I can't figure out why I seem to have to have it but it's like give it to me I need hit before I pitch a fucking fit, another hit what's in this shit? 50 more dollars should get me lit... what's that you say... nothing nobody has Jack shit anywhere today oh no fuck no where can I go who has it goddammit. now I sit coming down day 2 painful and in my own hell thinking who has and what I can trade or sell .losing my mind serenity a can't find.......... let's this feeling fade this room is empty and grey maybe I should prey...?
©mr.russer
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