Portions of what remains
can not be containd
The mere existence is a flawed
reminder of everything love hates
Emptiness is a craving, a sweet drug of peace, worth street value
the cost of bought fear
loss of controll
to feel again
to exist
An otherwise self inflicted
metaphoric slit of the wrist
Victimless measures
Counterproductive
Denying, self suicidal
Poetic a-bliss
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