Who am I but a man twisted by words. Who thinks but does not act upon thoughts. Who resigned wants to fate. Who's hopes and dreams have been placed atop a sieve to be panned. What's left is substance abuse.
What's left is you needing to gather the bits of your courage, weld them together as quickly as you find them, and realize that chemicals do nothing but break us down bit by bit, and you shouldn't let it erode you. <3
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