I feel lost, very alone. Really what I want is to numb myself into a place where there is no space for fear. Fear is there all the time and it's presence is depriving me of everything. I hate that I want it but I want the freedom of the other night. The induced stupour of nothingness, the oblivion of chemical overdose, the flight of being held against a wall, finally held and still. The fear is more than I can manage, I need to take flight.
I want the years that come from living your life in impossible times.
Some of us live a lie that belies the festered torture inside.
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