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Trust


I remember the first time I trusted

The system, the process

The handfuls of pills

FIX ME

I BEG OF YOU

Take this pain

I cant hold it anymore

But that blind trust quickly faded

After long nights of agony

And confusion crippled days

With clouds much bigger

Than I can create on my own

Peeling my sweaty body off the bathroom floor

Vomiting, shaking

Screaming

THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT

I think you misread

Fixing for killing

 

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