I can hear them again,
I can hear the voice.
They are calling me out,
To make the choice.
They want me to start,
To use again.
They telling me to end,
End all the pain.
I know this numbing high,
The brown slop.
I know they are right,
It makes it stop.
They are screaming listen,
Listen.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
I can hear them again,
I can hear the voice.
They are calling me out,
To make the choice.
They want me to start,
To use again.
They telling me to end,
End all the pain.
I know this numbing high,
The brown slop.
I know they are right,
It makes it stop.
They are screaming listen,
Listen.
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