Lost days

There are lost days. Those are the days I let the old horrific reel replay and sit in the darkest corner of my room and hold myself there until i can brave up enough to walk to the store and buy myself a case of the hard stuff and four cigars. Those are the days I consider, again, medication. The only difference is that this time, I have an intake appointment.

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