so, i think i know what I'll be doing today. passing thoughts of
exercise while i laugh in the face of good health. stakes get
raised, harder to wake every day. embarrassment fuels redemption,
the solution is the same. sucking hard on the death, suck life
out of me. water insides with dehydrants. a black lung an
ignition key another night accelerates to stop and stay the same
another sixteen hours down the drain waking up, coughing up
hardened throats and blackened lungs. it's easy to stop stopping
any time you want. growing pains from growing old. fingertips
burn from the cold. blood and oxygen another evening killing
friends. will i wake up tomorrow? will it be another replay of
today? (and what did you expect?) down the drain and out the door
... when too much begs for more .
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