P. S. Burton
	A reply to Midnight Musing Day 1 I want to hate love. I want to forget it. I want to kill it. I smoked a pack or two today, I disregarded my school work; And I hooked-up with a stranger in The bathroom of a coffee shop. Day 2 I can't stand to look at myself in Mirror. I can't stand to be around People. The voice is to embedded In my soul. I thought about cutting Off my right ear, so it'll go away. Day 6 I haven't slept for nearly six days, I've just been bingeing again. I think My anti-drug is doing drugs. I love feeling Numb. Feelings used up and half way Re-filled, I don't think I feel the same. I should have never gotten so close. I Should've just fucked him and left him Like I was going to do, I got attached I won't let that happen again I hate this feeling. Day 7 It's still here...it rests on me like a bug. Clings and sucks everything out of me. I hooked-up again, nameless pleasures, In the backs of cars and dark ally's, I release pain. I've turned off my phone, I don't want To talk to anyone, it's not worth it. I'd rather Talk to my-self. To be by-myself, yet the dog is here. He's my Friend, he's so lonely, so am I. I hate myself. I hate everything about myself. I want him here to see this pain. Day 12 I think I'm ready to cry. I'm ready to Let it all out. I turned my phone on There were messages, about six. They're From him, I listened to them, and The voice was back in me...consuming me Again. He wants to talk to me. The cycle continues again. It's never Really over. It never really leaves after It's been in your system, it just eats away At you and you just have to deal. Damnit!

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