Can’t fathom what real feels like

Steadily numb

Mind racing

Only time I feel centered is when I take the cotton out the bottle

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Now all I see is my fantasies coming to fruition

All I know is the feeling

I could careless about the side affects

An empty medicine cabinet still can’t fill my heart like you could

I am swirling downward when I think of your absence

I soar up when I get my uppers

Don’t know which is reality because I see you in my dreams

I do this so I don’t wake up

So, my reality is what I choose it to be

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Will you ever return or do I have to overdose on my fantasies?