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Laying in a bed full of great *** and bad memories, I.. I wait to come down from the high of these drugs & poor decisions.       But my head is so full of the *** the bad memories, and what brought me to the point of wanting to come down.                   As I sit and debate on whether it's all worth it, I'll leave this bed.. Just to smoke my camels, and let ******** **** my brain, in a different place. Sometimes.. I wish I could leave the memories of it all in the bed that I shouldn't even be sleeping in... ... but something about the fuckedupness tends to tuck-          Pull Me back in at night.
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
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Laying in a bed full of great *** and bad memories, I.. I wait to come down from the high of these drugs & poor decisions.       But my head is so full of the *** the bad memories, and what brought me to the point of wanting to come down.                   As I sit and debate on whether it's all worth it, I'll leave this bed.. Just to smoke my camels, and let ******** **** my brain, in a different place. Sometimes.. I wish I could leave the memories of it all in the bed that I shouldn't even be sleeping in... ... but something about the fuckedupness tends to tuck-          Pull Me back in at night.
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PMaster
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
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