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I Smoke To Feel Good,
I Smoke To Get High,
I Smoke To Simply..
Get You Out Of My Mind.
To that inspiring guy victor barajas... v.v kinda changed and renamed .. blahhh opposite of drinking though.
Too ****** to care
Id ask you to pull up a chair
But nothing round heres stable anymore
Id talk for a bit
If i had much to say
But i let it out on the wall and the floor

And now im bathing in the smoke
The dim light all set up to choke me
And i still dont feel a ******* thing
I never cared about commitment cause no one taught me what it meant
But i know it doesn't involve a ring

And now im too ****** to care
Looking worse for the wear
I feel like im everywhere but with you

This love is a noose
More comfortable than any
Bed that i could lay in with anyone else
But i cant sleep at night because theres things in my mind 
I'm afraid to ask of myself
And on the third day he rose
eyes red from creation
a sativa-induced resurrection

And though many searched for him
he was not there
he was already philosophy and smoke

Now, centuries later
millions roll themselves in his dogma
with hopes of getting high
Jesus Christ!! Tomorrow is both 4/20 AND Easter...just playing with the idea
Were the world mine,
I would make it just for you.
Every breeze would whisper your name
and carry it smoothly through the autumn leaves.
Every wave would crash
and collapse in surrender of your beauty.

Were the world mine,
birds would sing of you day and night.
No wrong note would fill the Earth
and each creature would sing with the utmost delight.

Were the world mine,
no person or creature would ever harm you.
Nothing could come between us,
and no act of nature break our bond.

Were the world mine,
The worlds light would shine from you.
You would be the sun and the moon,
and your incandescent smile the stars.
I would orbit within your space.

Were the world mine,
all this would be true.
Yet the world is not mine,
but you are my world.
I am emotionally tired
I am physically weary
I wanted to sleep so bad
But all I've done so far
Was lying on my bed
Staring the ceiling
In this dark room of mine
Wondering why
I've been doing this for hours
But I am not yet reach the dreamland.
 Jun 2014 Hannah Anderson
MBishop
All I seem to do anymore is
cry
      and sleep
                     and cry
                                  and think.
The thinking is horrible.

Worse than any salty tear
burning the cuts you left on my cheek
from your razor blade lips.
                                     ◇
All I seem to do anymore is
pass out
            and dream
                               and pass out
                                                    and scream.
The screaming is horrible.

Not because my vocal chords are straining to keep up with my upsurge of emotion
But because it sends a shudder through me  every time the illegible shouts start to sound like your name
 Jun 2014 Hannah Anderson
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Walking turned into chasing,
Circles stayed the same.
We expect to move forward,
But can't make a change.

Mistakes have been made,
Forgiveness exchanged.
But these things are not simple so they do not just fade.

Not striving for perfection,
Just anything at all..
I think things cant get worse
But we continue to fall.

Over and over,
We go forward then back.
Again with the circles
This relationship continues to crack

Change is what we need
It's all that we can't do.
We are a wound,
And we continue to bleed.
 Jun 2014 Hannah Anderson
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Caged
 Jun 2014 Hannah Anderson
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Cages
Some are big
Some are small
But they all have one thing in common
Their purpose

The thing about cages is
Most are ineffective
No matter what
The thing that is caged
Will always want to escape

The thing about escaping is
Sometimes the only way out
Is somewhere you don't want to go

I'm going anyways.
 Jun 2014 Hannah Anderson
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Distraction
Comes in many forms
For instance
Your smile
Your touch

But mainly just you
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