Increase the dose diminish the high. A smile is a pipe dream, suffering aged like wine. Coughing up blood with my mind on fire. Juggling switchblades on a high tension wire. I don't have any scars, only dormant wounds that crack like fault lines. I only have five thoughts anymore, and four of them are of you. Body bursts and leaks like a trash bag into the gutter and the grave.
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