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A tiny whisper sings, leave it, I’m not feeling it. the weight of lethargy begins to sting, yet the only thought crossed is escaping further into the hole, dug to now seem to resemble a home; and the outside world now a place where this comfort seems to go to die. back to reality? not if I make my own. another needle stabbed into my elbow’s fold, another high chased knowing I’ll never feel the way I did before. your face erasing from my mind as a sinister grin takes over my face. all I think about is getting high, seemingly justifying my withdrawing from this race. I’m a victim, you see, not someone to blame. however, the moment I thought I could leave it all behind, crashing down it all came and showed me it’s not easy to crack the code to your own sanity; leaving it all behind, getting the demon off your back. it’s simple: just give in. leave your morals at the door and let the darkside breathe in. leave the worries of living life free. you’re shackled by choice, and this hell is now your destiny.
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Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 12:34 PM UTC
The Hole I Call Home
A tiny whisper sings, leave it, I’m not feeling it. the weight of lethargy begins to sting, yet the only thought crossed is escaping further into the hole, dug to now seem to resemble a home; and the outside world now a place where this comfort seems to go to die. back to reality? not if I make my own. another needle stabbed into my elbow’s fold, another high chased knowing I’ll never feel the way I did before. your face erasing from my mind as a sinister grin takes over my face. all I think about is getting high, seemingly justifying my withdrawing from this race. I’m a victim, you see, not someone to blame. however, the moment I thought I could leave it all behind, crashing down it all came and showed me it’s not easy to crack the code to your own sanity; leaving it all behind, getting the demon off your back. it’s simple: just give in. leave your morals at the door and let the darkside breathe in. leave the worries of living life free. you’re shackled by choice, and this hell is now your destiny.
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AlphaPikachu
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Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 12:34 PM UTC
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