April 13
Was everyone in on it but us? two girls one blunt, two men trying to bust. Mind clouded by the side effects of mary jane, ignoring the signs coming from the man asking our name. He flips a switch, tells us to sit, all the while I just continue to take hit after hit. If it wasnt for my friend who hopped up quick, I'd be locked in a room with my hymen split. But, Glory be to God for his guiding light. The only prescence I could feel when I was numb lastnight.
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