It's a pain to
It's a pain to write anymore, it was never like this before
i I used to be able to think and just flow, that was before the meth
Melted my brain and my thinking just slowed. That was back to
basic and had a lot to say at that time. Now I'm just over
whlemed mostly lost in the sauce now fried. My hands are locking up
my body won't stop shaking I've been throwing up all night
and my voice is gone my throat is aching. Headache
is throbbing and it's killing me it is, this is great so worth
living this life I am forced to be grateful for I give.
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