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Stuck to this Ground

I’m going to get a little wasted-

so my troubles can’t find me

Blur my vision, slur my speech-

make it hard for me to see

I’ll look at things a little crazier-

a different point of view

Drink and think on some thoughts-

everything about you

It will be over soon-

I’m starting to run dry

I’ll be stuck to this ground-

way too ****** to fly

 

6/05/26

In the blink of an eye, I was high

Later, I was ******

Now, I’m fugged up

heh heh!!

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Written by
ce-uptain
68 / M / United States
Published
2d ago
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17·88
Notes

I was in the drive-thru getting lunch with this came to me. It's Friday night and I was making plans. They didn't work out.

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