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Perma tweaked

Uh, being tweaked for days not a knowing weather to go or stay. The only thing to do is look out that window. Up and down all night long, hell I might sing every song.
Dancing around acting a clown doing g anything I can to not come down.
My eyes wide open needing that fix.  
I draw it up waiting for that stick.
I open my arm and fold it down, wrap it up so it doesn't flop around.
The needle slides in here I go all spun out once again.
Tossing and turning trying to sleep,the shadows are moving starting to creep.
The walls are moving, closing in
When does reality truely begin?
Written by Jesseharper816
Published | Edited 29th Nov 2017
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