A Few Hits

September 13, 2015

Laying here alone,

Contemplating lighting this dro.

One spark of that lighter,

I turn into the ultimate fighter.

No one can stop me now,

A hit to the face "POW!"

My life turned upside down,

A few hits to get rid of this frown.

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