repeated endless days have been a frequent guest in my mind lately.
1 day can last 4 hours for me, or a week can last like 2 days.
but pills help to get out of all this rotten cellar of self-destruction (although it may not even be destruction). days of the week have colors, and emotions have smells. anxiety begins to turn into courage, it's not so scary to be around people.

I thank my hallucinogenic dreams for the strange but inspiring plots, at least something besides music dilutes my too-identical days and I don't go crazy with the amount of responsibilities and responsibilities that I have to bear.
but sometimes the abyss becomes too tempting and I want to stay there forever, it hits my mental state hard, leaving a whole dead burnt field in my brain for days to come.
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bye bye.