The Pain Behind The Mask
Wednesday, 16 April 2014
Snorting.
Snorting
bad shit.
I feel relaxed yet
want to self harm.
I need me
some vodka.
Or just
any booze.
I
need it to
be bad.
Bad enough
for stitches.
How fucked
am I?
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