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Tattered soul
Teeth rotting...
Just waiting for the day they'll fall out.
Stomach empty...
Still no desire for food.
I lay here, a weak 95lbs...
Lost for words.
Not sure if I remember how to speak... My mouth feels like cotton, so I doubt if I'd even be able to get a word out. Who'd want to hear my voice spit pointless vowels?... I even hate hearing me speak. I'm just a shell of somebody I used to be. Forever dammed with past memories... Shunned by society. Labeled as a dope fiend. The tar don't judge... She listens and indulges my greatest fantasies.
I breathe her in... In a more sustainable state of mind... But still managing to be unsatisfied. I'm just waiting for the day I hit my rock bottom... Hopefully then I'll want to live a sober life. But there's nothing I can do now accept smoke away my pride, wait for tomorrow and hope that this year flies by.
~Mariah Dalli
Just waiting for the day they'll fall out.
Stomach empty...
Still no desire for food.
I lay here, a weak 95lbs...
Lost for words.
Not sure if I remember how to speak... My mouth feels like cotton, so I doubt if I'd even be able to get a word out. Who'd want to hear my voice spit pointless vowels?... I even hate hearing me speak. I'm just a shell of somebody I used to be. Forever dammed with past memories... Shunned by society. Labeled as a dope fiend. The tar don't judge... She listens and indulges my greatest fantasies.
I breathe her in... In a more sustainable state of mind... But still managing to be unsatisfied. I'm just waiting for the day I hit my rock bottom... Hopefully then I'll want to live a sober life. But there's nothing I can do now accept smoke away my pride, wait for tomorrow and hope that this year flies by.
~Mariah Dalli
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