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Mar 2016
I'm getting that feeling again....that feeling that makes me wanna kick the bucket. Someone help! I've got another extreme case of the ****-its.

Feeling pleasure but on the verge of death, temporary relief from a life that's wrecked. In this moment, I'm oddly content but when it all comes down, it's only me I resent. Wallow in regret, continuing my life as a hopeless degenerate.

Why is it always chaos I crave? I swear this restlessness is gonna take me to my grave.

What did I do to deserve all this? How can I get back all the consciousness I've missed?

It seems I can't find a way to fix my mind, endlessly searching for answers I'm never going to find. I wish I could find a better way to pass the time. I know what I'm doing yet act as though I'm blind. In a world with so much beauty, I feel so confined. I'll sit and loathe as life passes by.

Gimme, gimme, gimme...more, more, more. Everyday struggling for that next score. I've become so cynical, life's such a bore. Don't even wake me up, my hard head is fine right here on the floor.
Written by
Melanie Marie Velmer  Pittsburgh, PA
(Pittsburgh, PA)   
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   --- and aniket nikhade
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