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#slowlykillingyourself
I feel the warmth in my chest and I know I am alive. Im dead almost 24 hours a day. My thirst is unimaginable. My nector is also my drug. My lungs take it in greedily while my liver cries tears of acid. It's killing me. I think’ I down another bottle. I live in the sweet warmth of my ambrosia. Diving in the lake of fire. It burns my insides and my throat. I down another bottle. My money is dry as so is my supple. I do a strange dance for my addiction to be sated. As the dollar's fall the liquid flows. The faster the merrier the cheaper I feel until i'm worth no more. I take a breath for the first time in my life. I scream for help i'm drowning, i'm drowning No one helps No one cares Finally I stop breathing I stop struggling. I drown
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Veshalyamoriee
Liquid Ambrosia
I feel the warmth in my chest and I know I am alive. Im dead almost 24 hours a day. My thirst is unimaginable. My nector is also my drug. My lungs take it in greedily while my liver cries tears of acid. It's killing me. I think’ I down another bottle. I live in the sweet warmth of my ambrosia. Diving in the lake of fire. It burns my insides and my throat. I down another bottle. My money is dry as so is my supple. I do a strange dance for my addiction to be sated. As the dollar's fall the liquid flows. The faster the merrier the cheaper I feel until i'm worth no more. I take a breath for the first time in my life. I scream for help i'm drowning, i'm drowning No one helps No one cares Finally I stop breathing I stop struggling. I drown
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