When it gets too crazy, all things fade to black. You see nothing, you feel nothing. You become numb. Numb becomes a bliss. It becomes your happy place. It becomes your happy. You become impulsive and self satisfaction is what you begin to seek out. To patch up the hurt, the pain that cut you so deep. The image never fades, as all things fade to black. Like a drug, you seek your drug. Waiting for the next fix to numb it all. Happy creeps back. The rush tingles through your veins. THEN all things fade to black.
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