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in touch, yet out of touch; attached, yet dettached.... it's as if the only thing that seems to make sense is getting wasted within one's solidarity....
and being taken for a ride.... spiraling within one's mind....
i feel like Nicolas cage from Leaving Las Vegas.... wasting away in alcohol.... in tears.... like why the hell must I be here....
Published 15th May 2022
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