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Lost (pt.4)

I was bottles deep and veins full of sleeping pills and alcohol. Drifting away from the world, society. Reality. All of it. There was just too much pain that I couldn’t do anything about.

My conscious, my soul was hurting like hell. It felt like hell but all I could think about was how easy it was for my soul to decay. Fade away solely that my corpse will too.

But you saved me from myself again. I felt like I was drowning and you saved me. I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. A part of me feels like it’s missing but I don’t know what it is. Living just seems harder to do. I don’t know how to feel better. I can’t shake the feeling. All I think about is how the world would be better off without me and that I have so many burdens, I don’t want to talk to nobody.

I just feel so alone.

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