[ tw - addiction ]
the garage outside my of my friend's house in the winter
the smell of burning marijuana that filled it up
the coughing i did because it burned
the rush i felt that made me want more
if i could turn back time, i would
please, don't smoke
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𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥.
Poetry𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝟏𝟏.𝟑𝟖 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭? [ mature themes, tw above each chapter if needed ] [ lowercase intended ] [ these are all made from my brain, please do not take without credit ]
