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I've got a bottle of Fireball. I've got a bottle of Whipped. I've got a 12 pack. I've got three ***** calls on speed dial. I've got a dealer three floors up. All my vices. Everything I could need. But right now it's dark. It's so incredibly dark. It's empty and it's lonely. So if I used that Fireball, that Whipped, that 12 pack, a ***** call, or a blunt from the dealer three floors up, It could all end. It could get even more dark. Even more lonely. If that is even possible. Once I go there's no coming back. All I need is a friend. I thought I had plenty. It turns out that I was so wrong. I'm a convenience. There when they need me, but any other time I don't exist. Not really. I wish I could say they don't know, how bad it is. How bad I am. But they do. They're choosing to ignore it. So are they really friends? What a simple question with such a haunting answer. It's taking all my strength. Everything I have in me. Not to reach for a bottle. Not to make an easy phone call. Not to light up that blunt. It's taking everything I have to stay here. When all I want to do, is reach for that bottle.
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
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I've got a bottle of Fireball. I've got a bottle of Whipped. I've got a 12 pack. I've got three ***** calls on speed dial. I've got a dealer three floors up. All my vices. Everything I could need. But right now it's dark. It's so incredibly dark. It's empty and it's lonely. So if I used that Fireball, that Whipped, that 12 pack, a ***** call, or a blunt from the dealer three floors up, It could all end. It could get even more dark. Even more lonely. If that is even possible. Once I go there's no coming back. All I need is a friend. I thought I had plenty. It turns out that I was so wrong. I'm a convenience. There when they need me, but any other time I don't exist. Not really. I wish I could say they don't know, how bad it is. How bad I am. But they do. They're choosing to ignore it. So are they really friends? What a simple question with such a haunting answer. It's taking all my strength. Everything I have in me. Not to reach for a bottle. Not to make an easy phone call. Not to light up that blunt. It's taking everything I have to stay here. When all I want to do, is reach for that bottle.
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
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