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#inhaler
Me and the inhaler, Go hand in hand. Neither I nor him, Can exist without another. Am I suffering from the insomnia? Or is it just the absence of him? Wandering whole night, Just one thought in mind, "Only if I had him by my side."
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
Me and the inhaler
Walking around Miniature pharmacy, Too many pills to count, No one understands, No one can relate, To the type of life, The type of hate She has for herself. This one every 12 hours, That one every eight, Six puffs of an inhaler, It's her body that she hates. Walking down the road, Her bag rattles from all the drugs, She pops some more here and there, Then it's nyquil that she chugs. Why isn't she normal? Why does she have to do this? No one her age is worried About missing their next dose, But if she misses A single medication, She might as well Admit herself into a hospital Coma-tose.
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Comatose
the smoke is haunting me like a little prey I'm it's prey slave of the doubt witness of the warning pain redemptionist inhaling the smoke putting all the poison inside to **** the anxiety of the outside breathing like there's no end inhaling the smoke looking proud feeling superior smoking coughing breathing inhaling repeat
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
cigarette lover