It was about this time when I ran out of drugs
and the frightening onset of what would become
possibly my worst day ever began.
I writhed in agony and nausea
for a full twenty four until the sleeping pills stole
me away to a twelve hour sleep.
I have never hated myself more or what I could become.
And I realized that a lot of what I have written up until this point
is garbage.
We try to sound so eloquent
when in reality we are just
wasting ink.
I am done trying to impress you.
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