i feel like i haven't been alive in over a week. i cannot concentrate, cannot sleep, cannot be awake.
i cannot be anything more than a walking zombie.
maybe this is a reflection of myself. maybe i am not good enough to be alive. maybe, possibly, i am not human. i am bones and flesh that manage to get through each long day. i drone and shuffle like everything else. i am not me, but i am a mirror image of what i am supposed to be.
society molds us in the worst way possible.
crazy talk and silent exchanges.
i am the drug dealer and you are the preacher.
in the end, we're both sinners.
and we're all going to hell.
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