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Nov 2015
It’s odd sitting here with the
consistency of the toxicity
flowing through my veins,
the consecutive order is
fuelling the regularity to my brain,
every negative thought weaved
through sobriety surfaced through
every lie t
I was drinking one night, and decided to write something. Not knowing how much I drank, I literally passed out mid-peice and woke up to this on my screen.

Should I finish it, or leave it?
Does it have more meaning now or if
I finish it, showing two states of mind?
Mitch Nihilist
Written by
Mitch Nihilist  Toronto, Canada
(Toronto, Canada)   
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