Smoking Gun
Everday I do it, then exhale its warm
poison. It cools me , lets me think as if
Ididnt have a brain of my own. In the
mist of it all, the world puases for that
moment life unhinges.
As thoughts
splash my mind like waves
and paranioa brushed my goose
bumps as i shiver in its influence and
my sanity sips through the cracks.
I had told myself ''its the last time'', a lie
that to sooth me as this is the only
validation i'l ever need
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