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my stomach crawls as the blood comes from my throat. the floor breathes as i continue to wake. i can't get it all out of my head and the drowsiness is no help. wanting to kill the cures and drink the poison, i have no real point. just continuing the dream state that has been my life and pretend it all really doesn't exist. more like a world filled with meaningless apparitions to consume me and bring me further from needs. alcoholic fucks!