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THE RUSH OF THE SPARKLING GOLD LIQUID SLOSHING DOWN YOUR THROAT LIKE FIRE, BURNING YOUR INSIDES AND YET YOU FEEL THE MOST ALIVE IN THAT MOMENT. THE WAY YOUR MIND WENT FUZZY AND EVERYTHING AROUND YOU WENT BLURRY AND YET EVERY DETAIL WAS NKTED WITH A SHARPNESS THAT WAS UNKNOWN TO YOU IN THIS DELIRIOUS STATE OF BEING. YOU WERE UPSIDE DOWN AND TOP SIDE DOWN AND READY TO DO ANYTHING ANYONE ASKED OF YOU. BECAUSE. JUST BECAUSE. YOU HAD NO IDEA IF IT THE BURNING FEELING OF FIRE SEARING YOU FROM WITHIN OR THE ALTERED STATE OF MIND INDUCING YOU WITH THESE WILD THOUGHTS THAT CROWED YOUR MIND, FORMING INTO A HELL OF VOICES.

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THE WAY YOU WOKE WITH PAIN FILLING YOUR HEAD AND NO MEMORY OF THE FRENZIED NIGHT YOU LIVED UNTIL DAWN. THE WAY THE LIGHT SLOWLY FILTERED IN THROUGH HEAVY DRAPES, PIERCING THROUGH REALITY AND HITTING THE VEIL OF UNEARTHED THOUGHTS, SHINING LIGHT UPON THEM AND BRINGING PAIN AS YOU REMEMBERED EVERYTHING. BUT THEN IT FADED, EVERYTHING FADED, BECAUSE YOU REALISED THAT YOU DODNT CARE. YOU DIDN'T REGRET ANYTHING. YOUR SOUL HAD TOUCHED THE SKY AND GRIPPED THE MORNING TIGHT AND RIPPED ISTELF OUT OF THE DEPTHS OF DARKNESS.

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THIS WAS A NEW DAY, ONE THAT YOU COULD FINALLY FREE YOURSELF FROM THE DESPAIR THAT WEIGHED YOU DOWN. FINALLY TEAR YOURSELF FROM THAT MACABRE REALITY THAT YOU HAD SOMEHOW SURVIVED IN FOR SO LONG. YOUR SOUK, BRUISED AND BLOODY COULD FINALLY HEAL AND THRUM WITH THE LIFE THAT YOU HAD EXPERIENCED ON SO MANY RARE OCCASIONS WHERE YOU HAD DRUNK YOURSELF AWAY. BUT NOW, YOU HAD FIGURED IT OUT, ALL BY YOURSELF. YOU COULD DRAG YOUR SENSITIVE FINGERS ACROSS THE HAPPINESS AND SOAR ACROSS THE DAWNING SKY AND STAIN YOURSELF UPON IT.

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