Drugs

let my veins breath
exhale in the day
exhale in the night
each moment is special
high on flight
no reason to stop
each moment is like uncontrolled art
mind is gone
body is weak
thoughts of lucid dreams
no reason to stop now
the reason is here and now
sensitive to the hight
hoping and wishing
an overdose does not tell lies…

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