The sun rises creeping through my window. Why am I here? I wake up everyday, the same place, nothings changed, it’s still a mess. I still have that craving that I can’t seem to shake, taking my thoughts, possessing my mind. I hear it over and over like a recording playing, processing every word.

She thinks I’m a druggie. She thinks I’m a druggie. She tells me there is nothing I can do.

I try to stop, but she doesn’t see it. She doesn’t believe me. I am going in circles around and around. My thoughts are running wild, never having an end. They are spiralling down deeper, but I can’t reach the bottom. I’m going faster and faster as I spin. I feel nauseous. I know it’s coming. My head is aching. My stomach’s uneasy. It’s hard to breath.

I try to go back to sleep, but my mind is burning, leaving this thought…

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