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My days are grey, my nights are treacherous I've spent so long sleeping but paranoid Too many vices, I chose temperance Vapid flings give way to the perilous My slow conversations with life devoid My days are grey, my nights are treacherous One edge is straight, a knife, my preference Trivial suffering makes me avoid Too many vices, I chose temperance I've cloaked myself, remain ambiguous So, in midday, I have tempted the void My days are grey, my nights are treacherous No addiction equates to elegance What is the point in a teen self destroyed Too many vices, I chose temperance With depression, I remain decorous My mind flirts with bloodstains and carcinoids My days are grey, my nights are treacherous Too many vices, I chose temperance
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
Wattage (through depression without drink)
My days are grey, my nights are treacherous I've spent so long sleeping but paranoid Too many vices, I chose temperance Vapid flings give way to the perilous My slow conversations with life devoid My days are grey, my nights are treacherous One edge is straight, a knife, my preference Trivial suffering makes me avoid Too many vices, I chose temperance I've cloaked myself, remain ambiguous So, in midday, I have tempted the void My days are grey, my nights are treacherous No addiction equates to elegance What is the point in a teen self destroyed Too many vices, I chose temperance With depression, I remain decorous My mind flirts with bloodstains and carcinoids My days are grey, my nights are treacherous Too many vices, I chose temperance
#addiction#depression#bipolar#grey#low#vices#straightedge
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
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