Get out of bed?

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I'm shoving drugs down my throat

That keep me exhilarated momentarily

And procrastinating

And wasting time...

It only lasts so long

Until you hit rock bottom

And drown in your own

Worries

Placing more weights on my shoulders

As if phoney encouragements like

"You're strong"

Or

"You'll make it through"

Are just noises

Instead of

Lullabies

...

I desperately need a break from this so called reality that is filled to the brim of countless flaws that I can't remember...

Because they all just swarm inside my weak mind and leave me

Hollow

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