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My memory starts to fade away

i think ive taken too much today

my sight is blurred, its getting dark

im stuck in this scary amusememnt park

its getting late, i should wake up

i dont want this high to stop so abrupt

as my eyes struggle to open wide

im more than ready for that trippy ride

i try to locatre a thick, strong vein,

and ask myself if im still sane

this needle with my addiction drug

with it i never need a loving hug

because as i shoot it inside of me

i feel so alive, so beautiful, so free

someday ill stop, and get the help i need

but right now, im not ready for that kind of deed

until tomorrow, i may not awake

to tell you the story, of my life as a fake.



Tia Marie Thompson