Fog
It is hard to make the right choice,
When the eyes do not allow you to see the choice.
The misty air will immerse the prefrontal cortex.
Behaviors start to cross themselves causing a vortex.
The once responsible choices at hand become the sorrowful choices of the unplanned.
Let the Fog fade before giving It control.
F*ck off Angie
When the eyes do not allow you to see the choice.
The misty air will immerse the prefrontal cortex.
Behaviors start to cross themselves causing a vortex.
The once responsible choices at hand become the sorrowful choices of the unplanned.
Let the Fog fade before giving It control.
F*ck off Angie
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Key Words : addiction, recovery, drugs, rehab, rehabilitation, crazy, insane
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All my decisions are controlled by my foggy sense of destruction in my choices.