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Apr 2019
I am lost
I need to mask the pain
Grab a straw
Snort some *******
Feel the powder
Hit my nose
Instant relief
I need another dose
Only have five minutes
Seeing double digits
Need toothpicks for my eyes
Feeling so heavy
This is my demise
Can’t keep my story straight
Or for that matter my lies
But, oh this feeling, so weightless and free
Wait, not free, draining all my money from me
I don’t care, it’s helping me cope
I need to get my hands on more dope
Give me, give me, give me more
This sweet stuff is making me soar
Trying to act normal
No one suspects
****, I have no money to pay for my rent...

I am lost
I need to mask the pain
Grab a straw
Snort some *******....

Give me, give me, give me more
Ashly Kocher
Written by
Ashly Kocher  39/F/Florida
(39/F/Florida)   
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