I lost all my family

No wonder I can feel alcohol, but marijuana not at-all

Sick of working out

Yelling inside

Unable to “love right”

I don’t even eat well

Humor is for children

Peace I have

Sadness is forever and I’m loving my dead insides out into dance

Dancing into a punching bag

Dying fully in the pool

Its never been better or worse than this

Prism…

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