i get so tempted sometimes to fuck up my life.
smoke my brain cells,
shoot, drink, through my cuts and bruises and veins,
until my intestines wrap around my neck
and choke me until my eyes bleed.
but i'm stronger than that.
i have self-control.
i have inner-strength, inner-peace.
i'm tough as nails,
i've got the straight edge.
it's pink and purple out right now,
if i had none of those things,
my soul would be rotting the colour of the sky.
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