Veins running alcohol through my body,
My lungs full of smoke,
Giving me a high to last a lifetime,
Pills coursing down my throat,
Into my stomach they go,
It may sound gross but at least in that moment,
I felt some sort of happiness.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
Veins running alcohol through my body,
My lungs full of smoke,
Giving me a high to last a lifetime,
Pills coursing down my throat,
Into my stomach they go,
It may sound gross but at least in that moment,
I felt some sort of happiness.
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