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Comfort (9)

The only chance at love, Or chances I suppose, Gone. One hurt to gain the other, The other hurt, In spite, in loss, already gone anyways.

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Comfort (8)

I’m nothing. I’m worthless. I just sit here. Day after day. Drinking my life away. Nothing left to live for.

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Comfort (7)

It doesn’t take long for terrible. Terrible sets in fast, He starts physical and makes his way to mental, Mental is where he does his real damage, Mental is where you feel terrible, Truly feel terrible.

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Comfort (6)

The terrible feeling. Or feelings. They don’t feel like feelings. They feel like one thing. They feel like terrible. I feel terrible.

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Comfort (5)

Never thoughts, Never something specific, Nothing I can think about, Nothing I can ponder, Nothing I can figure out, Just the feeling.

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Comfort (4)

It never lasts, I turn, it hurts, no sleep. I turn again, it hurts, no sleep. I turn back, the pain comes again…slowly, Still no sleep. No thoughts, but the terrible feeling creeps in.

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Comfort (3)

My whole body suddenly painful, Suddenly slightly painful, Slightly tingling, A little burn all over, A buzzing in the head, If I focus on the pain I won’t feel terrible.

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Comfort (2)

My leg begins to shake, A little, just slightly so, My leg begins to hurt, I was drinking last night, I can feel it now, The pain, it moves upward.

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Comfort (1)

Head alive and buzzing hard, Slow opening of the eyes, Blinking painfully, Closing the eyes, Go back to sleep, go back to sleep, go back to sleep, My mind won’t let me.

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Stanvert (Chapter 1, The City, Complete)

Slowly walking up the road, they pass him by so quickly, rushing here and there and here and there, he does not stop, but slowly moves, ever forward ever onward, eyes leveled at the ground, nothing to see, move along, … Continue reading

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