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Pills and Potions


Popping pills to numb the pain

But it’s not working…

I’m looking around but I can’t

Find It…

WHERE?

Is my pipe?

I need it now!

My memories start becoming blurry

FUCK IT!

So… I start rolling up two long blunts

Then I light it

 I take my first big hit

The dark room becomes lit

 It feels so good

Just like it should

I cough and then I choke

But I still take another hit

It feels so UNREAL

So I look into the mirror

I begin to cry tears

Then out comes the laughter

 My voice gets weak and

I begin to know

Why…

The Pills and Potions

Are taking over my mind…

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