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My words tear at my mind. screaming. Angry.
I'm losing control of the voices in my head. Nothing silences this anger.
I try to breathe but only exhale smoke from the cigarette pressed against my lips. Hoping the nicotine quenches the anger. Hoping the weed calms the demons. But nothing works. Nothing lasts long enough for peace to live. What am I supposed to do when the peace In my mind has died?

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