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Glass half full
When I'm sober,
My mind is fine,
My breathing isn't erratic,
Everything's sublime,
When I'm high,
Everything's radiant,
And the sun actually shines,
The glass is half full,
And my mind is like a swimming pool,
My brain is like a sand dune,
Or a fried egg on a day in June,
The world is becoming duller,
But when I'm high it's full of color,
I don't what I want,
I don't know what to choose,
All I know,
Is that the voices stop,
When I have the Juice.
The glass is half empty,
And the pills are becoming tempting,
I don't know what I want,
Or what to choose,
All I know,
Is that the voices stop,
When I have the colorful Juice.
My mind is fine,
My breathing isn't erratic,
Everything's sublime,
When I'm high,
Everything's radiant,
And the sun actually shines,
The glass is half full,
And my mind is like a swimming pool,
My brain is like a sand dune,
Or a fried egg on a day in June,
The world is becoming duller,
But when I'm high it's full of color,
I don't what I want,
I don't know what to choose,
All I know,
Is that the voices stop,
When I have the Juice.
The glass is half empty,
And the pills are becoming tempting,
I don't know what I want,
Or what to choose,
All I know,
Is that the voices stop,
When I have the colorful Juice.
Published 24th Jan 2017
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24th Jan 2017 3:33am
Anonymous
24th Jan 2017 5:40pm
Amazing
25th Jan 2017 00:53am
25th Jan 2017 6:15am
I can certainly relate to this, I've been there many times before. Talented write.
~anonshadow😏
~anonshadow😏
25th Jan 2017 6:13pm
1st Feb 2017 11:31am
