Wow,
This place is a dump.
But damn that was some good shit.
Where's the rest of that vodka?
Where the fuck is the bottle?!
I find a water bottle and go to chug it.
I probably need it.
But I immediately spit it out,
That's definitely molly water.
Looks like everybody is passed out.
Let's whip out the coke!
That'll keep the party going!
At least that's what I tell myself.
I don't know what happened to my bag,
But I find a little white rock on the floor.
Perfect.
I'm quick to chop it up and snort it.
I feel all the blood rush to my head.
Next thing you know,
I'm knocked out on the floor,
From a pure bump of fentynal...
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The Intimacy Of Being Understood
PoetryAn intimate look into the darkest depths of my life. These poems are the embodiment of trials and tribulations of growing up in today's society. I hope these stories bring hope to those who have lived through similar situations and tragedies. Always...
