Sipping the poison

Sip slurp

I drink my poison willingly. I savor the bubble and pop. The crisp coldness hits my throat and my stomach rises up to meet the sweet nectar.

Sip slurp

My habitual consumption occurs at least once daily. I am addicted to something that only damages me further. And so, let the killing commence.

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