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Nov 2013
there are
six-hundred ways
to get ****** up
and i am stuck
and conflicted
and sober

once you get that high,
there is no where to go
but down...
       down...
       down...

in weight
in grades
in friends
in money
in days

but you don't care
(unless you're sober)
so you stay
******
until you're forced to stop
                                or
                                until
                                you
                                are
                                                                     dead.
typhany
Written by
typhany  here and now
(here and now)   
400
     --- and Amelia
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