there's someone
in my head, but
it's not me.
“there was always that
for everyone, some
just more than others.”
I have a *******
military base
in my head.
I am planning out
missions taking place
halfway around the world.
“I hate needing something.
it makes me feel weak.”
I was the same way
for human assistance.
but the drugs? those
were just chemicals
and I am a science
experiment.
I'm something
you have known
about for months,
finally throwing
together at the
last moment.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
there's someone
in my head, but
it's not me.
“there was always that
for everyone, some
just more than others.”
I have a *******
military base
in my head.
I am planning out
missions taking place
halfway around the world.
“I hate needing something.
it makes me feel weak.”
I was the same way
for human assistance.
but the drugs? those
were just chemicals
and I am a science
experiment.
I'm something
you have known
about for months,
finally throwing
together at the
last moment.
January 6th, 2014.
the bitter reflections of an addicted brain.
this is a rapport:
a conversation I never had.
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