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this isn't enough to get the time back.Then you find that little white pill or magical dust that can make it all go away,the pain that eats you slowly,the monster you're feeding with your fears...In an other morning like this-when you don't wanna wake up,you take one more of the pills or the dust. The next thing you know is that you would do everything to have it one more time, to feel the same addictive feeling of fake happiness and imaginary love. You look back and you see what you've done,trying to get to that little peace of heaven-your life sucks in the full meaning of that word and there is nothing you can do about it.Then comes the scary part - you finally make peace with what you've turned into and tell yourself it;s gonna be okay or it can't get worse.Meanwhile you come back to your poison and you see how life is slipping off your hands,you can clearly see your own death - in the empty robbed house,all alone and freaked out,eaten by a dozen of hungry cats....You slowly rot like a forgotten apple under the bright sunlight and you decide that one last doze of the little white dust would take you way from that hell and this is when you make the smartest decision of all-to finally get rid off the miserable existence you have and take all your regrets to grave.