As the dusk, feeds on the light, I am all wake ,to erase the senses. Tonight, I drown myself in the bottle of absinthe....
20 Mins later.....
Inebriated, disgusted, in the prime of my debauchery.
Lost in the zone, not a segment of culture remained, to be true or untrue.
My domain is so nonchalant, as I am so structural to the dope.
I can only breed, discordance, in ultimate true chaos ,lost within, in which I find my serenity.
Hopes fly, and annihilate themselves.No need to care for tomorrow or moment next
I am just giddy, with sense of calmness.
I am not me
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