Fresno

Fresno,

photo by hungrybison

Grinding my teeth,
my eyes won’t close,

My hands just shake,
just shake.

I hate being a user,
I hate being clean.

This place if filthy,
there’s blood on the wall.

Awake for two weeks,
no sleep,
no sleep.

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