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I need to break these molds/
shackles I have strung myself in.
I lured my conscience into a trap.
addicted and now infected with traumatic holographic pain.
withdraws. withdraws dehydration loss of sight and apatite,
The constant feeling of dying.
Get out. Must conquer my lack of willpower.
everything isnt enough to break through this bottom
in-between a rock and and a definite hard place.
I am without a doubt lost.

no where near a path with I could even trudge on alone.
This is a hopeless fiend I see in the mirror.
In times of need I am hoping for a miracle.
I have been lost before. Its true.
But never this afraid. I am sorry for what I have caused.
Foreword is nowhere in sight. I am buried. By myself.
grave has been dug, The plague doctor of my own future.
Unbelieving, unachieveing. goal fearing hollow human I am now.
Rescue me from a pain unseen. I must find strength conquer the inevitable.

Be human and be prospective and productive.
no a inductive dope fiend I forever feared of becoming.
No way out. I swear there is no way out.
The chances is equivalent to dividing by zero.
a hole. a black hole. sucking me dry from this life.
as I fall to the floor numb. and conscious.
comfortable numb. The world no longer matters.
nor living. nor death. nor breathing nor ciescing fallen dreams
or believing in whatever It seems.
I am sick. caused by selfish me
alone in the dark. a suitable grave.