Nothing better than getting yourself up in the morning with a dose of depression – you’re fighting, yet that haphazard cigarette gets to beautifully hold you together
These times are crying out to be manically fixed, up-sticks, first on into the daily battle deluxe
This juiced Granny Smith Apple the only real fruition you feel – one bite and seems your addicted to something a little less painful
Your mind finds itself in constant turmoil, foiled mid-steaming hot coffee by too many talkers to count – when the conversation manages to string it back together, albeit unnecessary in the life of these jarred eyes
You long for that ultimate reprieve, staring this needle in its very own eye – intent upon taking your life harrowing or otherwise
The good and the bad about to amount to whatever may care attitude

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