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A Friday night in silence. My mind races a hundred miles an hour. Solitary confinement is the most dangerous thing to me. I will either use it to destroy my world, or yours. I'm not good at sitting still. I die with stagnation. On these nights, I drink til I can sleep, or stay amped until I collapse. I don't know how to shut down. That's the same thing that keeps me going on the good days.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
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A Friday night in silence. My mind races a hundred miles an hour. Solitary confinement is the most dangerous thing to me. I will either use it to destroy my world, or yours. I'm not good at sitting still. I die with stagnation. On these nights, I drink til I can sleep, or stay amped until I collapse. I don't know how to shut down. That's the same thing that keeps me going on the good days.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
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