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right when i think that i've had enough, things get better for a day.
...and so i forget about gravity and fly by.
and by midnight, i take a plunge and break my face. i said a day, good days are no longer than 24hours. i wasn't lying.
and the actions reveal that it's partially my fault. partially.
vicious cycle.
i drink until comprehension flees, and my post response is to sleep until my body aches... i lay THAT still.
this is where i throw in the towel.
i quit until i'm reassembled.