sometimes you just get to that point where you can't imagine anything getting any worse. you find yourself laying in bed in the attic drinking cheap whisky and smoking joints rolled with pages from the bible. and that attic is so cold and everyday it just seems to get colder and colder, and not even that cheap whisky can keep you warm, and no matter how high you get you can't convince yourself that things are okay.
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