her figure remains disfigured. hunched over ,bent. in company of strangers, reality takes a backseat, and we are back to being numb again. its like a freaking disease that creeps up from behind when you are not looking. just to scare you, cheap thrills. no matter how many times you say, you will become yourself again.
i find myself in cars with people, in strange random places.
anything worth a little seclusion we can find in this city, we trail it. all we do is smoke pot. i get tired, so tired. the heat the oppressive heat. all my days are blurred and everytime i wake p i am reeling from yet another nightmare. its like a cycle.
i am not happy right now.
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