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I found it poisons /out/ to drag all of my mental anguish along with me. Maybe some hard type A shit like peak bagging where it's all work and no thought, but just chilling in the woods just makes me think more about all my motherfuckin problems and feel very alone. At firet it feels good, but using it to cope slowly poisoned it for me as the darkneaa crept into it too.
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t. sitting in the dark and snow with a campfire, a bottle of rye, and a handgun
