A New Path
Sitting here staring blankly letting the drugs overtake me.Trying to think of real things while the man on the radio sings.
Hard to think of what to do next. it's like reading a foreign texts.
Maybe I should try to find my way back but wanting to go back is what I lack.
I hate being here you know, where the path of hurt and depression is so near.P
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