But I make it look calm. Easy. Perfect. Serene façade.
You stopped looking for the cracks. Fairly ironic; seeing as how I was so close to letting you know they do, in fact, exist.
Another pill. Another Drink. Smoke something. Drink some more. The thought of whether or not this will be my last doesn't really cross my mind.
...maybe it should.
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