《My Life in Ruins ; Poetry》Faded

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Faded. I've faded into a lesser copy of myself. A burnt out cd player that keeps circling on repeat and stumbling over the same beat. Once I make it past my last milestone I press reset and can't find my way home. I'm faded off xans, weed, and percs, but nothing satisfies my thirst for eternal sleep.

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