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Jun 2013
We each take a hit
1, 2, 3,
Breathe.
How do you feel?
Lifted
Faded
Gone
High
Better...
Better?
Yeah, better.
Another hit
3, 2, 1,
Breathe
How do you feel?
Higher
Smile
Nothing to worry about.
Giggle
At the smallest things
Life feels like a dream
Tingles
Across my legs
Sweet tastes in my mouth
Heightened sense
One more hit
1, 2, 3
Choke
How do you feel?
Sick
Depressed
Angry
Sad
How do I look?
Dead
Jay
Written by
Jay  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
455
   --- and Julia J Medina
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