i speak insecurity quite fluently
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Angela Monteiro

i want to digest knowledge and vomit up poetry but it looks like cough syrup is the only thing that’s going to erupt from these lip
it’s a drug thing because it’s always a drug thing
i guess i always have higher hopes, as if intoxication is some kind of holy band-aid
in reality, substances are empty promises that cost too much
i mean they make me broke as fuck but there’s always an emotional price too
usually it’s really invalidating that people think i’m so close to recovered but right now it’s hilarious. i’m high on the drugs i went to rehab for
what does it mean when you’ve tried for four years yet are just more messed up than ever?
where is the comfort in that conclusion?

teach me how to keep from fading
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