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i foresee death, washed up on the shores of this island of self-pity i have shipwrecked myself upon the absence of a willingness to change mixed with my deprecating thoughts is all i have consigned myself to drinking knowing that i am unable to handle self destruction as a normal human would. whereas one might lose themselves to alcohol or another intoxicant I chose to reach further and further into the despair that previously has spurred me towards growth yet now leaves nothing but fumes to continually choke me. i wonder. will i spring out of this cocoon of hate? or make another attempt to end it for real? go somewhere greener. be ******* neater.
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Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 4:00 PM UTC
a refusal to bandage
i foresee death, washed up on the shores of this island of self-pity i have shipwrecked myself upon the absence of a willingness to change mixed with my deprecating thoughts is all i have consigned myself to drinking knowing that i am unable to handle self destruction as a normal human would. whereas one might lose themselves to alcohol or another intoxicant I chose to reach further and further into the despair that previously has spurred me towards growth yet now leaves nothing but fumes to continually choke me. i wonder. will i spring out of this cocoon of hate? or make another attempt to end it for real? go somewhere greener. be ******* neater.
summersolace
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Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 4:00 PM UTC
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