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Dark Horse

You felt on top of the world. The highest of highs — synthetic or natural. Does it really matter? You told me you wanted nothing to do with the world — to be alive, but fear tomorrow. It perplexed me then and bothers me now a year later. What is living, but wanting to die?

Born to live. Living to die.

What you say hurts. Here I am with a typical 9-5 job, more than needed and I have no means to make all the suffering go away. Life has a way of bringing me to down to the depth of despair, but for you it’s an illness without a cure. Poison has rushed into every vain, every drop of blood, and is now running wild in your mind. Life continues and yet you’ve fallen behind.

 

 

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