With every wrong step and indiscretion I make, the fragile ice cracks under my feet. It's enviable that I will violently crash through the ice, and scream out to no one. The ice creaks and crackles with every disgusting addiction I take on. I walk along the cracking ice, ignoring the signs all around. And when they drag me from this frozen lake, the scarce mourners will only shake their heads with disgust, and no sympathy will be found. I can almost feel the ice water fill my lungs. I can feel myself turn numb. I stand on the precarious thin ice alone. Just a matter of time now before I'm gone.
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