i could use a break from all the night i spend laying in my misery. but i know there will never be any kind of vacation from all the constant loudness in my head. the only real escape i find is the drugs and binge drinking until i'm blacked out and can't recognize anything around me. but the weed, the pills, and the alcohol all slip through my hands like water. it never lasts. it always goes.
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