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Fuck. I’m stuck.

I don’t know what to type. I’m losing all control.

Hold up. Let me get my light, time for another bowl.

My soul isn’t right. I need some sort of drugs just to write.

I’m digging myself into a deeper hole. I can’t even see the light.

My heart is dark as night. The sun is never in sight, to bright..en up my soul.

I’m fighting and losing isn’t my goal.

I might, sobrevivir para ver el sol.