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Ever have those days where the world goes black.
You wake up about a month later recollecting and reestablishing your reality.
Reassuring what you are living in is in fact a real life nightmare.
Figuring how you gotten in this place yet all memory is foggy and faded.
You yourself is faded. downgraded. deteriorated.
How many days have gone by. Is this filthy place I call home.
Stains on my sheets powder on the counter.
Time to inhale deeply and forget about this ever happening.
Its feeling sober I am forgetting. Life in general is boring.
The heroin and the melatonin make me numb and unconscious
dreamless deep sleeping my youth away.

Where did I go wrong.
The empty bottles of liquor and no mind set to further my future.
This is the road of a junkie. woe is me. woe is me.
Its a pity party with all my new using friends. fixing me. enabling me.
The liquid morphine. methadone and cocaine create me and dissolve my talents.
a waste of breathing in this body I am still feeding.
running from problems never to any form of solutions.
Living this monotone life lacking color or any high definition pixels of imagination.

Itching. aching. scratching. yelling screaming.
yearning for the fix to my sickness. Th cause of my sickness.
Irritation, irrationality. loss of memory. black outs. its a normality.
breathing is now complex. sunlight comeback another day.
I need to get my fix today.