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I’m going nowhere with this, my efforts are put to waste. I need a couple of beers and a pack of cigarettes to soothe up the night. What i feel, is real. I don’t need help, i don’t need anyone nor neither do i want anyone. I can do this on my own, for all that i know this shit i’m feeling deep within is eating me slowly. I’ve not cared what’s been happening around me because i don’t see the need to. ‘Home’ is what i’ve been craving to feel for a very long time. Well, if i don’t get what i want it’ll be just fine because at least i tried.
Could this be worse? Have i been taking things too hard on myself?
I guess, i just have to find out.
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