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Jan 2019
The very things
That once gave me euphoric highs
No longer keep me satisfied
And no amount of blissful lies
Can make me blindly ignore
This brutal realization
These highs aren't limited to substances; they can be activities, rituals, etc. that once brought comfort.
Diana
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Diana  24/F
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