Atmosphere of Why and How
There are moments
when I let the gun speak its mind
and there are times
when pills seem so inviting
There are times when running towards them
is what I want to do
The rush of life and death
all in one piece of lead
The taste of highs
life could never give itself
And then I could just melt away
fade away into the atmosphere
of why and how
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