I dont have a clue as to where the fuck im heading, altho the fear of being out on the street again i am dreading. Constantly throwing myslef off my throne head first, and the falling parts not even the fucking worst. Everytime you hit the bottom the impact is more intense, and more and more becomes the false pretense...
Literally crawling out and sliding back into this self made hole, and with every hit your everything is taking toll, after crawling out so many times your fingers and knuckles become more and more bare, and at the end of the day you get to a point wehre you really don't care, falling down or crawling out feels excacly the fucking same, and to yourslf it feels like you are playing a huge bloody game...
Gambling wth ur life or russian roulette is more what this game u should call, and know that everytime harder and further u will fall. Deeper and deeper yourself scars of hurt and pain you ingrave, and more and more to the smack yourslf u will enslave. The right choice is sooo fucking easy to make but the promise to yourself to stay clean is sooo much easier 2 break...
'Youre a slave to the system, working jobs that you hate for that shit you dont need. Its too bad the world is based on greed. Step back and see. Stop thinking about yourself start thinking about, Theres no money theres no possession only,Obsession I dont need that shit'
Papa Roach - Obsession
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