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We entertain the idea that it is but a moment of joyful bliss, But did you share that sting?               Was it too much for a whisper of kaleidoscope                                                                          pleasures..... There is but one ending to this eclipse of the senses.                               "Either, You float on the butterflies of enthral bliss,                     Or when that needle penetrates Its like a  bullet to the brain....                           There is only silence and stillness and blood lubricates the nasal. They say an overdose is like a bullet to the brain but one only some are revived from.... Do you wish to play roulette to see which shot ends your life.
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
A Neddle Is Like A Bullet To The Brain
We entertain the idea that it is but a moment of joyful bliss, But did you share that sting?               Was it too much for a whisper of kaleidoscope                                                                          pleasures..... There is but one ending to this eclipse of the senses.                               "Either, You float on the butterflies of enthral bliss,                     Or when that needle penetrates Its like a  bullet to the brain....                           There is only silence and stillness and blood lubricates the nasal. They say an overdose is like a bullet to the brain but one only some are revived from.... Do you wish to play roulette to see which shot ends your life.
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
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