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Too Much
Smoking the stuff
swallowing the pill dry.
Up up and away.
Laughing, a puppet
to my demons.
Scared. Dying.
High, unreal, not here.
Reality checks.
Slaps in the face.
Trying to swallow the truth.
Jagged glass pieces in my brain.
Almost impossible to refrain,
sadly, I know I will do this again.
swallowing the pill dry.
Up up and away.
Laughing, a puppet
to my demons.
Scared. Dying.
High, unreal, not here.
Reality checks.
Slaps in the face.
Trying to swallow the truth.
Jagged glass pieces in my brain.
Almost impossible to refrain,
sadly, I know I will do this again.
Published 15th Sep 2011
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