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I Gets High...

What would you do
If I told you
I gets high?
Would you look at me strangely?
Or stare in disgust?
I fantasize about you toking up with me
And then wondering
Why we haven't tried this before, just us?
But I have this feeling
Like you won't accept me,
It's quite chilling
Makes me cringe inside
Thinking about what you might do to me...
I mean, the way you talk about others
Who drink and smoke
Like they're the bottom of the low
Like it's crazy not to be sober
Like who's ever not
Should be shot
Dead
In the head...
Why can't I stand being sober?
Maybe because of people like you
Who think and act like they've never
Done anything remotely wrong in their life...
Okay, so what, I gets high?!
To me, it's only weed
And I know you think that's not right
But please don't judge me,
Don't look at me strangely
Or stare in disgust
Because weed doesn't change me
Or how I feel for you...
I wish you'd accept me
And not criticize me
For not being
As strong
As you...

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By Tara A.

Written by LyricalLady

Published 15th Jan 2012

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Atropabelladonna (Atro)

15th Jan 2012 4:41am

I'd say where's the food at! We are only strong as our weaknesses. Your not weak cause you "gets" high. You just see the world differently. No one has the right to judge you either. So puff puff pass!
NOTE: I do not encourage drugs to those who are straight!