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Viewing the Sky through the Slits in my Soul


The downside of being sober is everything. You know you’re tired you become aware of annoying noises. You tolerate less and get confused more nothing is right. You lose the ability to eat food. You are less calm Edgy. Jumpy. It was cold but now it’s not. The only moderately ok thing is that you focus on not getting ripped off. Woo.
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