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Pot & PCP
written by First2Last09:42 PM 2/6/05its not a state of anger
or any discontent
its not a state of danger
and my thoughts will not connect
everythings chaotic
my heart wont skip a beat
in my mind i know i've lost it
and there's no feeling in my feet
my skin feels like its moving
only from the outside in
and nothing is worth proving.
so sorry its a sin
its not a state of mind
or anything worth explaining
its not something you just find
inside my house i think its raining
everythings repeating
just not exactly as before
time is now depleting
and soon i'll be sleeping on the floor
sounds are now exaggerated
by a hundred times or more
my friend and i just congregated
and we forgot whats after four
its not to pass the time
because time is moving slow
its not to make me happy
becuase this makes me feel like doe
its not an every day type thing
i can stop any time i want
and the only thing i worry about
is if i were to get caught. |
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that was one scary day...
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