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Once I thought maybe this was just some passing phase, a temporary fall from grace. Yet to this drug I am still very much a slave, and perhaps I am headed right for the grave. I have barely slept 10 whole minutes in 8 straight days. Completely twisting myself up in all kinds of ways, standing here watching as the brilliant blaze flashes bright before it fades. Masterfully distorting precious memories, this demon lies constantly as it deceives. It's amazing how most everyone believes, that they are truly at ease in the familiarity of this disease. Keeping such nefarious tendencies hidden beneath so many degrees. Yet it leaves no apologies for the hell it will soon unleash. Don't ask me how I know but the very first to always go, is the most unsuspecting soul. Growing so much colder the older it does grow, no doubt for so long now, just spiraling out of control, It desperately attempts to pull you down deep below, further still into its firey inferno,. The concept can certainly be hard to grasp as it is truly an evil that has been unmatched, In its clutches all your hopes will be dashed. Just know that the moment you feel yourself being snatched, that it has just that fast, already permanently attached, The hell that awaits you is untapped, leaving you eternally trapped. Left in an unrelenting pain that forever seems to last.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 2:35 AM UTC
I Thought Wrong
Once I thought maybe this was just some passing phase, a temporary fall from grace. Yet to this drug I am still very much a slave, and perhaps I am headed right for the grave. I have barely slept 10 whole minutes in 8 straight days. Completely twisting myself up in all kinds of ways, standing here watching as the brilliant blaze flashes bright before it fades. Masterfully distorting precious memories, this demon lies constantly as it deceives. It's amazing how most everyone believes, that they are truly at ease in the familiarity of this disease. Keeping such nefarious tendencies hidden beneath so many degrees. Yet it leaves no apologies for the hell it will soon unleash. Don't ask me how I know but the very first to always go, is the most unsuspecting soul. Growing so much colder the older it does grow, no doubt for so long now, just spiraling out of control, It desperately attempts to pull you down deep below, further still into its firey inferno,. The concept can certainly be hard to grasp as it is truly an evil that has been unmatched, In its clutches all your hopes will be dashed. Just know that the moment you feel yourself being snatched, that it has just that fast, already permanently attached, The hell that awaits you is untapped, leaving you eternally trapped. Left in an unrelenting pain that forever seems to last.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 2:35 AM UTC
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