Today is...

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A day filled with guilt and pleasure.

How could someone defy that which sustains them?

Yet how hard have I worked to indulge?

Meager dreariness coats the beginning of everyday.

To be followed euphoric irresponsibilities.

Caught between a rock and a hard place;

I throw up my hands and leave it to fate.

Crush me under my naivety

Or rebuild the tower I had once again under my feet.

Latter or former just end the madness.

I never wanted to check out of reality

And now I'm terrified at the thought

Of checking back in.

An enlightened heavy conscience

or a self-destructive level of awareness?

You dont see how I act differently after that sweet hit.

The reason being that the only time I behave oddly

Is when I don't have it.

A mask of substance that has been firmly attached

Is barely noticed.

I'm not the only one

Especially since there's two of me.

Today is everyday.

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