by Allie   Oct 29, 2017

Losing control fast.

I'm spiraling down.

Not sure where I left the real me but I don't think she's coming back.

Mouthful of dirt everytime I hit the ground. So I spit it out and get ready for the next round.

Everything seems so fuzzy and unclear. I'm not sure what else there is left to lose.

Losing control fast. Reality I just can't seem to grasp.

I'm prepared for the next fight I have with myself but I'm not going to win.

I'm spiraling out of control and it's starting to feel just like home.


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