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1. I am endogeniety— familiar hell over unfamiliar heaven, positive feedback looping, break yourself again.
3. Wake. Work. Health. Hath. Life. Why is this monotony when I’ve worked so hard till now?
2. Drowning the silence when you can’t smoke yourself to life, barely snaking by then.
4. Self-serving botany— smoke yourself out, drown the anxiety that mounts into anger.
5. Frustrating— how grief lingers, how your old self is dead but she wasn’t much to mourn.
6. You just hate the new one, same ol’ stressors worn like old skin, like waiting for a heaven you can’t name. Familiar hell keeps pulsing.