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A Letter for us Intoxicators

How do we stop the people around us from inhaling our own morbid stench? The ones we love, yet the ones we also despise the most. Is it even possible for such a relationship to thrive in the first place?


Is there an existing manual on how to remove the poison we transmitted to them? How do we purge them from the fumes of our jealousy that's slowly seeping in every inch of their skin? Why is it we never run out of rage to fuel this toxic nature of ours? How pathetic that after the lid is uncapped, we struggle to put back on the seal. Only to find ourselves begging to break. Again and again.