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In a rusty white van, We meet with a dope man, He climbs up in the back, Says hand over the stack, Then he breaks us off fat, Now take a hit of that, So we load up the stem, Melt the sweet smoking chem, Lips teeth and tongue go numb, **** why am I so dumb, But my heart starts to race, My thoughts pick up the pace, Feel the uplifting thrill, As words begin to spill, I could do this forever, Be light as a feather, And just forget it all, I'll be ten miles tall, I just need a bit more, All I want is some more, I just can't get enough, 'Cause the comedown is rough, The thing I just can't face, So instead I will chase, Till the crack turns to ash, And I cry as I crash.
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
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In a rusty white van, We meet with a dope man, He climbs up in the back, Says hand over the stack, Then he breaks us off fat, Now take a hit of that, So we load up the stem, Melt the sweet smoking chem, Lips teeth and tongue go numb, **** why am I so dumb, But my heart starts to race, My thoughts pick up the pace, Feel the uplifting thrill, As words begin to spill, I could do this forever, Be light as a feather, And just forget it all, I'll be ten miles tall, I just need a bit more, All I want is some more, I just can't get enough, 'Cause the comedown is rough, The thing I just can't face, So instead I will chase, Till the crack turns to ash, And I cry as I crash.
#drugs#addiction#internal#conflict#longing
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rowan-darcy
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
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