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Maximum distortion, ecstasy is agony. I seldomly love what isn't bad for me. A tragedy I'm glad to be. A blasphemy I'm sad to see. I fear it's happening. Darkness gathering. Am I imagining? A flash of me. It has to be. Gradually

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jesse-dean-ruark

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Written by

jesse-dean-ruark

Published

Mar 17, 2015

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Notes: Drugs
Tags: #drunk #addiction #drugs #shame #high #insight

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