i wrote a couple posts about opiates. like a week later, somebody sold a ton of heroin in my town. people passed out everywhere. i need to be writing better. they're listening. it's my fault i guess. lol, i dunno. there are cracks in my walls. my roommate. he's watching me shit and cry. too lazy to fix it up right now. maybe later. that's all hard to believe. i'm pretty sure god's just playing around with me.
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