High On Things I Should Not Have
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I've mixed me up a devil's brew,a stew of poisons fair and foul, enough to drive away the pain, and indeed, the very thoughts I cling to. Within this brew, I've drunk it now, I've dropped my dreams and hopes, replaced them with the bitter crimson liquid that now coats my waiting, willing throat. Small pills, blue, white, and emerald, their hues matching nothing clash and contrast, so easily they slip down to join the filthy stuff that tumbles through my stomach and my mind. I fly now, soaring aimless, and the music that I've left to guide me in my travels it draws me ever onward, ever upward, oh, what a merry game is this... to play at being drugged, but sane, while the truth is that I'm mad... ...and all the world mad with me.
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