Induced
"Ah, This eery state... my leather bed of Rose's The only fate I'll ever face, my self induced psychosis. I've no will to rid disorder, I've no desire to be free, The only essence beyond these quarters Is Consumed In residual misery And beyond my shadows of doubt lay only vacant isles as empty as this hollow hole I've been falling down for miles" The depths of a meth binge - Jul 2019
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