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[faileddiplomacy]

saviour self. my tired hands grip the counter rather shakily as i stare into my bloodshot eyes. there's spit running down my chin, and a toilet bowl full of last nights dinner. the sweat on my brow is like the condensation on a bottle of beer. the heat is weathering me away to the point of nothing

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[applesapling]

this is rock bottom,
& until you look like that,
you haven't hit it yet. lol.