A short poem written on drugs

It’s light out

I’m high now

is it my round?

I’ve lined out

my nose is powdery

my head all cloudy

and

tired out

I’d hope you’re proud of me,

but this room’s so crowded

and my head’s so loud it’s

getting harder to cry now

I’m so sorry I lied nowImage

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