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Without my glasses on, the world softens at about 10 feet. Usually it feels Constricting, Confining, Claustophobic, But today, it is my happy tent of reality.
“Drugs” 8:00, where you at with the good convo I’m waiting patiently but maybe I’m pushing for pronto I’m addicted and I’m hoping that you can follow
the world is spinning around me,
Writing is an escape From the things I can't control. Because my other method to cope Truly gives no control at all. My life is wild and crazy And the blades just make it hazy.