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I used to be in love with my drug dealer. She was the doorway out of the world, for a price, waiting there in the graveyard next to the tree, a prostitute for my mind.
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But as I dwelled into some dirty alleyway and deeper into hallucination, the feelings were gone. I don't need my fucking job. I don't care about my wife or kids. All I need is this alleyway to rest.
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