• selenophlie 10w

    Sad potato hours

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    The noise, it's defeaning once again
    My unconciousness screaming at my concious thoughts
    This feeling is an endless cycle of agony
    An endless series of questioning
    Inject me with liquid hapiness
    To trick my brain in its decline of dopamine
    Maybe then it could subdue my high
    The high of being in constant turmoil
    Or may addiction to smoking destruction
    Fill me with overwhelming joy
    Till my eyes bleed from squinting
    And my mouth rip from stretching
    Fill me till I reach nirvana
    Because maybe then

    Maybe then: my soul would finally feel sated