when you realize that the bottle wont refill itself. and that life seems kind of similar.
then you check your pocket for cigarettes. fuck, that wont refill either.
you look for the mirror. but there's not always something to scrape.
you fear you're dying. your body is pounding.
sleep just takes up time. time for other things.
but when you've got nothing but time. it means you're stuck at home.
you're sick of taking advantages. its all you've ever done.
you just want to be used. but realize it doesnt happen.
you have nothing of value. so whats going on.
no help to anyone.
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