i wish the pills i popped performed the ways in which i want. but they're no different than the kinds of people my heart has always sought - the ones who tell me that they care, but show me they do not.
i wish alcohol could quell my blues, but vodka's like a lover meant to use - an attempt at distraction which never quite works, the next morning's regret that only swells my hurt.
i wish weed didn't make me overthink and pick apart the world, it doesn't calm me like in movies; i fester faster in the fumes and yearn for warmth that never stirs.
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