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I can't give up and lose this fucking round, corny, cliche, weird or familiar as it may sound, slowly but surely im getting there - cause the thought of being stuck here for much longer ignites in me quite the scare! Yet, heroin got this alluring and enticing call and i mean after four days clean you really dont see the fucking point anymore...
The cleantime should motivate and pick you up, not in this reality, space and time will i have that luck. Its just so fucking convinient to forget how much energy you put into the last 3 days and how fucking draining all your desperate displays. Argueing with youself all fucking day long, so hard just trying to keep your head above water and strong...
Yet this little voice is knawing away at you, so what the fuck is there you can do? The fucking agruement in your head is getting crazy and huge, where you you find from yourself asylum or refuge. You really dont wanna fucking do this anymore and after cockblocking youself 10 times eventually you go and score...

'I love you for what I am not. I did not want what I have got. A blanket acne'ed with cigarette burns. Speak at once while taking turns. What is what i need. What is wrong with me. What is what i need'

Nirvana - Radio friendly shifter unit