Irony at it's best. I want to escape my pain, to put it in the back of my head for hours on end with a medicated slumber. What rapture that would be for me, to never have to deal with the bullshit & the people that come with the harsh reality I'm always pulled back to. I can't sleep. I have too much second-guessing to do, too much to worry over,
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