A million and one ways to get of this hole, yet all your ambition and strenght the smack stole, can see oppertunity in so many things all round but like too much of a mission does it sound. So fucking badly pulling yourself out of this fucking hole, jump out and take back all the life you let heroin control. In your mind its as simple as one two three, but once youre there its fuck difficult; trust me! Fuck man this bitch is riding me hard but some-fucking-where i have to make a fresh start. Changing my mind, changing my way, collect all my pieces that in the process i threw away - dicide what is right and what is wrong, deciding what to leave and what to take along. Intricattely these choices you have to make cause tust me:if one wrong motherfucker you take, everything goes to shit in a week and all those fucking good intentions you might aswell keep...
'To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end. The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay.'
Shakespeare - Hamlet
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