The Higher I Get
The higher I get
the lower I sink.
Puff puff pass.
Inhale,
exhale,
pass it on.
As my mind trails off,
my eyes go low.
Its an escape from reality.
But why do I do it?
The higher I get,
the lower I sink.
This isn't the real me.
I've changed how I appear and act.
I replaced old friends with new ones.
These aren't my real friends,
they were a replacement.
They introduced me to a new hobby.
An addicting one.
Puff, puff, pass.
Inhale,
exhale,
pass it on.
The higher I get,
the lower I sink.
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