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Oct 2019
This highs gonna crash eventually
I soar higher in the levity
The last dredges of feeling
burning
and ends travel from me so quickly
but the colors are so entertaining
pretty colors and unheard voices
Mutter mutter “go away”
“just take a quick climb and fly”
“they all hate you anyway”
another hit, another ****, pop a little dope
back in the sky, medicating till i can cope
voices receding, mind is deleting
cannot keep this up, next time i crash could be the last
here come the voices again louder, killing me with my past
A poem I wrote a few years ago when I was drowning.
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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