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Overdosing
I snorted coke. Climaxed. And left my consciousness in the 6th dimension. Our love was fiction. I forgive you now. For those things you didn't do. Thank you God for my new numb. Here responsibility serves no purpose. There's no blame for expectation. Go away Sylvia. There's no room for you here. Existence and survival will bully you no more. You are no one. Purpose is unnecessary in this realm. Let yourself die. Give yourself permission to embrace this comatose. Let it take you. The peer pressure to breathe will no longer consume you. You don't have to care any longer. Sleep my liberated one.
Published 6th Sep 2021
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12th Sep 2021 5:50pm
17th Sep 2021 10:04pm
This is not good at all.
It's not a "freedom" that culminates in healing but more of a feeling of escapism.
The irony is that when those who search for relief because of distress often become trapped into a prison of despair.
It's not a "freedom" that culminates in healing but more of a feeling of escapism.
The irony is that when those who search for relief because of distress often become trapped into a prison of despair.
18th Dec 2021 7:18am
