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Washed up opium addict on the streets
Gotta chug a can of amp to stay on my feet
Just dodged a bullet by the skin of my teeth
I'm gonna keep walking away 'til my knees get weak
Scrambled brain
Pills for days
Racked with pain
No end in sight
Blinding light
Loud echoing sound
My head is starting to pound
I just want to get out
Please let me end my life
Gotta chug a can of amp to stay on my feet
Just dodged a bullet by the skin of my teeth
I'm gonna keep walking away 'til my knees get weak
Scrambled brain
Pills for days
Racked with pain
No end in sight
Blinding light
Loud echoing sound
My head is starting to pound
I just want to get out
Please let me end my life
Published 10th Dec 2015
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10th Dec 2015 7:27pm
Oh, my sweet, sweet Scenario, luv ~ :-*
Come back now. It has been a long difficult summer and fall, has it not? I know the despair, luv. I know it. I have traversed the pit. Tis always easier to succumb to it, I know that too.
But, the rewards of fighting against it and prevailing are numerous, manifold, yet too easy by far to forget when sunk in the morass. This, too, I know, and have battled. Am. Battling. Betimes.
With life, there is always, always, always the possibility, luv. Possibility of somewhat else. Possibility of change. Possibility of better. The task is to fight and continue fighting. What I can say is this: there is hope, even when it appears there is none. There IS hope, luv. There is always hope.
I am here for you, luv. And, I care. Still. Deeply. :-*
Come back now. It has been a long difficult summer and fall, has it not? I know the despair, luv. I know it. I have traversed the pit. Tis always easier to succumb to it, I know that too.
But, the rewards of fighting against it and prevailing are numerous, manifold, yet too easy by far to forget when sunk in the morass. This, too, I know, and have battled. Am. Battling. Betimes.
With life, there is always, always, always the possibility, luv. Possibility of somewhat else. Possibility of change. Possibility of better. The task is to fight and continue fighting. What I can say is this: there is hope, even when it appears there is none. There IS hope, luv. There is always hope.
I am here for you, luv. And, I care. Still. Deeply. :-*
Anonymous
10th Dec 2015 7:34pm
NO LEAVING ME YOU HERE!
