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Psychedelic

Buy me ripped skinny jeans

And feed me LSD

Maybe then I'll be happy

 

Earlier this night I traveled down memory lane

Please call my friend Mary Jane

She'll help me forget

 

I'm in this ****** life I know I'll never win

Unless I get my veins full of heroine

 

I don't even know how to keep myself sane

Without a hit of *******

 

All I ever wanted was to leave behind a legacy

But the thing is I no longer feel the ecstasy

That's supposed to be lingering in my ways

 

I'm in no position to pretend that I'm holy

Especially when I'm always seen

With my good friend Molly

 

Cause who am I to avoid all this

I'm just a sad lonely teen

Feeling psychedelic

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Written by
ecstacey
Published
Jun 23, 2014
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19·127
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so i have no idea whatsoever if this poem is nice and i just hope people will like it. please like and comment what you think. thanks!

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#sad#depression#teenager#sadness#drugs#depressed#teen#teenage#depress#psychedelic
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