When you can't remember the months going by, and neither can your calendar. Your life seems like it's going everywhere though. You lose yourself trying to sculpt what you need to become, and you find yourself running from the simplest of lists. The drugs next to you don't feel like they used to, and you know you should probably save that money to pay off your car, but damn, a cigarette right now would sooth. You think you thought you had that thought, but you swear your thoughts didn't come to a dead end last night. Well, whatever.

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