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It seems all i can get high on now is cigarettes, sitting in the bathroom, alone it’s kind of sad i cant even get high on alcohol maybe if i overdo it and even then i dont’ have any fun i miss you and getting high simply on life and oxygen and each other when we meet shall we dance or shall we **** or shall we **** and dance a sublime melding of body and music surreal like cigarette smoke in the bathroom mirror will you let me lead to heaven to hell through the valley of death through the shadow of light i will be your angel of death or love or light whatever you ask of me i will give or do or be except being an eternity from you the creeping cold the moon madness searching for a face in the stars yet not knowing who I search for then finally staring at the stars at the shadow of light at the valley of death like smoke in a mirror ethereal body and music divided **** and dance **** dance final meeting life is oxygen final "high" one last cigarette kind of sad alone in the bathroom damn.....why can’t i get high.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 7:08 AM UTC
Dopamine deficiency
It seems all i can get high on now is cigarettes, sitting in the bathroom, alone it’s kind of sad i cant even get high on alcohol maybe if i overdo it and even then i dont’ have any fun i miss you and getting high simply on life and oxygen and each other when we meet shall we dance or shall we **** or shall we **** and dance a sublime melding of body and music surreal like cigarette smoke in the bathroom mirror will you let me lead to heaven to hell through the valley of death through the shadow of light i will be your angel of death or love or light whatever you ask of me i will give or do or be except being an eternity from you the creeping cold the moon madness searching for a face in the stars yet not knowing who I search for then finally staring at the stars at the shadow of light at the valley of death like smoke in a mirror ethereal body and music divided **** and dance **** dance final meeting life is oxygen final "high" one last cigarette kind of sad alone in the bathroom damn.....why can’t i get high.
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Kenyan
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 7:08 AM UTC
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