This is not a addiction.
Yet.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
Not needed.
It just takes you into a false world, containing false dreams and false romance.
Leaving you to wake up to the harsh reality of things, turning over to discover that your still stuck in that same bedroom.
Same walls. Same images. Same clothes. Same music. Same books. Same life.
Richmond Superking visited me again today.
10 of them.
They soon went.
Love poetry again.
Slight vomit in my mouth. Perhaps cause I felt myself relate to them.
Fuck. I think to much into things.
Richmond has come to visit again. Along with another addiction.
Help is needed.
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