Can't manage my own memory,
fading.
Deteriorating.
Smoked too much,
consequences are all I have.
The herb has given me peace,
now without it
I can't be at ease.
I cannot see better days ahead,
what am I gonna do about it?
I cannot say.
When I close my eyes, I'm filled with nothing but dread.
**** it, come what may.
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 7:50 AM UTC
Can't manage my own memory,
fading.
Deteriorating.
Smoked too much,
consequences are all I have.
The herb has given me peace,
now without it
I can't be at ease.
I cannot see better days ahead,
what am I gonna do about it?
I cannot say.
When I close my eyes, I'm filled with nothing but dread.
**** it, come what may.
