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Day 1: You dance through it, with painted smiles and  Portrait lenses tinted pink You don't leave this sand castle you've constructed Head in the clouds, tripping on thunderbolts Day 2: The sun draws shadows down your spine You're not broken, only scratched  A second-hand car, gone to get your fix New paint to hide those scars Day 6:  There's no steering you away By now its a repetition, wrenching sunlight from lemons Black, white, black white Black eyes, ripped pockets Day 57: Heaven is only for angels, But you're a wolf in disguise You flew too close to the sun, wax wings  Burning, drowning, clawing (your way to the top again)  Day 100:  Today's the day. You're gonna do it again.  Pierce the veil, soar to new heights Away from those demons you used to know they shout out STOPDON'TDOTHIS But you can't-FIGHTIT-don't want to wake from this dream Day 9649:  You're a blind man waiting for the sun to rise It's getting hard to breathe in this haze Then there's a pinprick of white You surge forward, riding on waves of desperation Day 335481: Its an unsurmountable wall You keep climbing and climbing and climbing and climbing but  Look down and suddenly there's a hundred  Miles left  to  drop -
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
(D)ay by Day
Day 1: You dance through it, with painted smiles and  Portrait lenses tinted pink You don't leave this sand castle you've constructed Head in the clouds, tripping on thunderbolts Day 2: The sun draws shadows down your spine You're not broken, only scratched  A second-hand car, gone to get your fix New paint to hide those scars Day 6:  There's no steering you away By now its a repetition, wrenching sunlight from lemons Black, white, black white Black eyes, ripped pockets Day 57: Heaven is only for angels, But you're a wolf in disguise You flew too close to the sun, wax wings  Burning, drowning, clawing (your way to the top again)  Day 100:  Today's the day. You're gonna do it again.  Pierce the veil, soar to new heights Away from those demons you used to know they shout out STOPDON'TDOTHIS But you can't-FIGHTIT-don't want to wake from this dream Day 9649:  You're a blind man waiting for the sun to rise It's getting hard to breathe in this haze Then there's a pinprick of white You surge forward, riding on waves of desperation Day 335481: Its an unsurmountable wall You keep climbing and climbing and climbing and climbing but  Look down and suddenly there's a hundred  Miles left  to  drop -
One word. Drugs. Actually, its three. DON'T DO DRUGS.
#addiction#death#drugs#high
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
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