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Apr 2014
Here I am again,
stuck in this deep, dark hole.

Seeing no other option,
I spark up the bowl.

Smoke passes my lips,
filling my lungs.

I exhale slowly,
waiting for my wings to come.

Rising steadily,
I escape my depression.

Unfortunately,
it was only a short session...
Kala
Written by
Kala  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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   Lior Gavra
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