ONIA #19
It's 2014 and I'm sitting in my basement apartment. I'm not crying because I'm high, but I don't know if any tears could come out anyway. But everything feels numb. Nothing feels like it can touch me because I've retreated so far into my corner and all I want to do is protect myself. In that moment, I truly had no idea how good life could get.
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