The world is quiet and still, and everyone is sleeping. Nows the time I find my peace in drugs in the early, early hours of the morning. Nobody can bother me now.
“It was your fault, you were the problem. But your words were knives in my brain, twisting and distorting my thoughts. You had so much power over me that you somehow made me feel as though it was my fault, you damaged me beyond repair.”
-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (excerptsfromstories)
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