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Trapped in a black hole state that's shrouded in a cloud of depression, addiction, and self obsession. Hardly nobody here is real anymore. I want to live off the land in the mountains, see the jungles of Thailand, but I'm here; in this place, and there is no real escape. Forever destined to slowly die from the inside out in these backwards hills.
Copyright © Jd Deckard | Year Posted 2016
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