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Nov 2016
i need to come down from the high sky,
emerge from my fantasies and live life,
but it's so terribly difficult. why?

i feel high all the time,
as if nothing is real
perhaps it's not real...

i can see my whole life falling,
falling, falling, falling to ****,
but still, in my clouded mind,
i can do nothing to stop it all.

it takes time. time to sober up.
but how can i become sober,
when i was never truly high
to begin with? it's all in my head
and how much time do i have?

*one can go up for eternity,
but there's only so far you can fall.
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