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Nov 2016
A tense tight aching sensation comes about.
My head throbs of pain as the trip kicks in.
I feel like I'm about to be knocked down as my skull cracks open...
I bleed in vain
Shaking, my body has the shakes
This high doesn't feel normal...
As the drugs kick in, my body weakens.
Mind running everywhere, my thoughts are discreet.
Tripped out and faded, lost in another land.
This land is sinful, dark, morbid, wonderful, and unknown to the eye.
Black...
Gone. ****** in the tunnel of darkness.
I have landed in the pool of flames.
The trip gets real when the psychedelics speak the truth
The drug of choice...
As the bird finally frees itself
Kat Raven
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Kat Raven  29/F/Los Angeles
(29/F/Los Angeles)   
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   --- and Corvus
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