Titles are one thing I can never word

I’m walking a pretty thin line
More thin than the one I snort up my nose
I’m feeling like a part of me’s dying
I’m watching the flames just eat at my bones
I can’t seem to break from the cycle
My mind is in love with all that it knows
Each time that I flinch with the tightening of muscles
I succumb to my pain and I know that it shows

It’s not just an ugly addiction
It’s a way to survive when you’ve lost all your hope
The high is so real lol n a world that’s just fiction
It eats all the care that caused you to cope

I’m walking a very thin line
I doubled the one up my nose
Everyone says that I’m doing alright
I guess that’s why it’s so damn hard to find lost hope
I’m doing just alright
My body is breathing and standing real tall
I’m doing just alright
Consuming all toxins with no one to call

I’m doing just alright
I’m doing just fucking fine
I’m doing just alright

Since when was this fine?

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