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The drugs drain away reality replacing rational reasoning with a never ending need for more.
They don't deny me their usual pleasure
as THC laces through my morning air.
A bitter battle of morals blazes through my brain until I resort to simply being happy to be high.
Unless I am mistaken my mother would not approve of my hidden tattoos and addictions and habits and quirks.
But in the end with the question of my sanity aside I am happy and content to live the life of an experimentalist.
They don't deny me their usual pleasure
as THC laces through my morning air.
A bitter battle of morals blazes through my brain until I resort to simply being happy to be high.
Unless I am mistaken my mother would not approve of my hidden tattoos and addictions and habits and quirks.
But in the end with the question of my sanity aside I am happy and content to live the life of an experimentalist.
Published 6th Apr 2011
| Edited 26th May 2011
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