to not wanting to open your eyes in the morning,
making the worst decisions,
thinking that an overdose is an ok badge to wear.
puffy faces,
runny noses,
tapped veins,
one hundred twisted sheets
(with names attached you can't seem to remember),
to not loving anything,
to pretending it's all ok,
here's to you.
you're already dead.
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