Herbal HazeI stand alone in a room filled, with faces that fade away in the darkness of my mind. My reasoning becomes a discussion, the discussion becomes a fight against reality. I feel sick, the sour taste of halfly digested fastfood seems to press slowly up my gullet. I'm not a healthy person, nor I will ever be, but I've never been more aware of the way the food I choose to eat following it's way down my body.If I would miss an organ would I feel the emptiness in my being?I stand delusive, my shaken legs barely able to hold the flesh that isn't directed by a brain any more. I poisoned myself, every sense seems disturbed and distorted bef
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