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Apr 2014
Giggly and red eyed,
Stumbling over your feet
And words
Rolling joints behind school
Feeling the highest of highs
And we're dreaming on cloud nine
Just for a while
To numb the pain
And forget our war torn wrists
And we can see a silver lining
When we're with dear Mary Jane
And it's now that I realize
These are not problems,
They are our solutions
So today at school a friend of mine got high with a bunch of her friends and this is the first experience i've witnessed when it comes to a friend doing drugs and it kinda scared me to be honest.
Theia Gwen
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Theia Gwen  New York
(New York)   
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