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I met Sally on the hill with a nickel bag of ******       She didn't pay me in money. Instead, information and a little persuasion made the baggie leave my right back pack pocket      ***“Dollars could never have made sense of it anyway           We throw pennies away opting for the opulence that big bills entail    Retail will never amount to the amount I've blown on blow”***     Or so she said behind Louis Vuitton shades shielding eyes half dead            A ****** with a monkey on her back fed by a steady stream of opiates        ***“I open this line of communication so you can see we lack foundation and stability and yet       We're trying to build a sand castle with all the powder we can possibly get And if we're forced to forfeit that fortress, we snort more, still trying to forget”*** and with that she placed her sunglasses on top of her head      I stood back with my back pack and I finally understood                                Why drugs will make you richer than working ever could                    They bag a gram put it on the scale and tell you what it weighs       But they don't tell you how unnoticeable it is when your life slips away          We sell the dream, we sell the aesthetics     The drugs, the parties, the scene with guest lists      Invincibility         Pretty lights.                 Fun. All a lie. I almost fell on my face walking down the hill, staring into those blue eyes over my shoulder all the while.
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
LunarLena
Sally on the Hill
I met Sally on the hill with a nickel bag of ******       She didn't pay me in money. Instead, information and a little persuasion made the baggie leave my right back pack pocket      ***“Dollars could never have made sense of it anyway           We throw pennies away opting for the opulence that big bills entail    Retail will never amount to the amount I've blown on blow”***     Or so she said behind Louis Vuitton shades shielding eyes half dead            A ****** with a monkey on her back fed by a steady stream of opiates        ***“I open this line of communication so you can see we lack foundation and stability and yet       We're trying to build a sand castle with all the powder we can possibly get And if we're forced to forfeit that fortress, we snort more, still trying to forget”*** and with that she placed her sunglasses on top of her head      I stood back with my back pack and I finally understood                                Why drugs will make you richer than working ever could                    They bag a gram put it on the scale and tell you what it weighs       But they don't tell you how unnoticeable it is when your life slips away          We sell the dream, we sell the aesthetics     The drugs, the parties, the scene with guest lists      Invincibility         Pretty lights.                 Fun. All a lie. I almost fell on my face walking down the hill, staring into those blue eyes over my shoulder all the while.
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