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Jan 2018
The first
Of January
(The first month)
I looked at two
Rectangular yellow pastel
Pills
And said
One

Last time
22 (twenty two) days
Later
And I'm still not finished coming down
Around 70 I decided
Close to 70 pills
I
Injested
(Took)
(To get high)
This month
(January)

The first two yellow pills I took I got through a trade, fair and square
The rest were stolen
From my own mother

When is a girl now a woman
And when does user become ******
Is it when their cost outweighs what they can give?
Effectively rendering a human being
Worth-less?
Or junk?

On the first day of the first month of this year I got high
(I got high (
It wasn't the first time)
Not quite the last
But this will be
Heaven willing
After this one more time
Written by
isaiah
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