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Dec 2020
Sitting pretty in a corner
Right next to a heater to get warmer
Waiting for the Sweet Absorber of Myself
I am my own Torturer
Counting each grain of Sand that passes through the inside of the HourGlass Land I’m living in and I’m chewing my tongue just waiting for a line
I check it off on my list as just killing time to get through this Mundane Life
I couldn’t have been more ready than when he walked into the room
He shut down, prepped the table, then pursued to crush his Crystal Cube
He made a line in the fine white powder on the tray right in front of my view
Smiled at me and said “take it, ****!”
My eyes started to tear, my nose got very tingly and then, and then..
ACHOO
Off of the tray and half of the table the ******* blew
In a snow-like cloud it drifted around as everybody gasped and out back into the air with the carbon monoxide they exhaled
They were surprisingly relaxed
I look up, still in tears, but this time they’re of sorrow
Because my blast got everyone high but me and I’ll have no money until tomorrow
I wouldn’t dare ask anyone to borrow for more due to the impression of the amount on the floor
Outstandingly, my Mate was cool
He said “I’ve got bags of this ****!”
But still sent me to the door
Kicking my own *** because I don’t think I’ll be getting more
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Astounding  26/F/My Castle
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