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Feb 2020
God I feel good
For now
Another dance with another white girl
The smell intrigues me
Grabbing my sanity
As if it were some leashed *****
Let me go
Please
I say the words
as I inhale the euphoria
Only tightening its grip
I could rip my nose off
The horrible pain would be a relief
A relief from such a outstanding high
But now I’m falling
Wait
        Wait
                WAIT
Where is my high going
Will I find the ground
Or will the bitter taste
of smacking rock bottom
Find me

Smack

So this is the cold floor of sobriety
A fall like that should of killed me
Oh well
I guess I’ll just finish the job myself
Joey fonseca
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Joey fonseca  20/M/Delaware
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