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i am tripping on acid now as i write this
quite lucid.
i am a drug addict. undeniable
my circle of friends are all "high" chasers... meaning we all live to get fucked up in one manner or another. I have fallen the furthest, though.
my highs are high. but the lows are very low. and they come far too often to compensate.
im crucially depressed. crippled. fake. not dead but not living.
i do not want pity or remorse. this is not a cry for help.
just a self inventory. I know what i am. can i change? truly?
i hope
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There are two kinds of people, those who finish what they start...ect
Im a human being goddamnit,
my life has value!
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Originally Posted by 30_Units
I'll stop being 'bitter' (i'm not, i'm just annoyed by retarded gifs and mpegs cluttering up threads) if you stop being so bigoted and racist.
Now you tell me how you're not racist, and we go back and forth for a little while.
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