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8 12 2001


1 7 2001 - The Perfect Drug


  Why do i always have to grasp for some sort of everyday sedative to ease the feelings of guilt and dread and commitment from my life?
  It just so happens that i use music, art, and writing to escape from this. Mostly, it is a wise move. Writing down feelings, listening/analyzing/playing music or drawing of some sort ends up distracting me enough to pull myself out of that mind-rut. These are my drugs.

Hate me.
Rape me.
Pull out my fucking eyes.
There, I feel better already.


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