Every fucking day im battling with myself and me, this piece of info about 10years ago i did already see. Yet i cant get over the fact that to myself i am losing - and this path i chose is definately not about a easy and light cruising. Harder and harder every day it gets, more and more colourful and complicated my regrets. Losing more and more as every day goes by, still i have no tears to cry. Its in anyways not woth crying over your own life youve wasted, cause you know youre gonna be fucked up after this shit once youve tasted. Yet like a stupid cunt youll go for it, finally shooting up this dirty, disgusting shit. Fucking away everything that is good and pure: and for this fucking thing there is no quick fix or cure...
Or is there???
'Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.'
Edgar Allan Poe
Lots of thoughts and feelings I was writing down while deep in heroin addiction, this was my therapy maybe even my journal but that’s not important. Juggling addiction, relapse, rock bottom, relationships, recovery, life and death. Inspiring journey about redemption, love, hate, mental instability and maybe even some hope and it rhymes. Laughing, crying, shouting and screaming all raw and uncensored emotions and truths. A love hate relationship with opioids and life but most importantly myself
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