34 Hours since I have been awake, more than 20 drinks that I could have had, I still have an energy and a will to write something because something is still so hollow, unpure, & un satisfied. Yet so much had been done, yet so much is not done & undone. Broken mind, and and unceasing wish to get hurt more, makes me use this pain as a drug to keep me going.
Yes, I am convinced that I am a masochist. Totally. Undoubtedly.
Go to another place because you belong some place different. But I think I have newly developed chains tying me bound to this place, this desert, where its raining incessantly since last night.
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