Something i wrote whilst highly intoxicated, found it scribbled on a piece of paper
The smoke in my lungs burns like acid rain.
What is acid rain?
for is it just rain that burns the skin to its touch
because it holds to many memories.
My eyes are heavy, so fucking heavy
why bother keeping them open, when everything is so much better when they're closed.
This is always the worst part
coming down after being up for so long.
I hate that saying
"what goes up must come down"
no
fuck that
i never want to come down
when i come down theres nothing, no one for me.
I don't want it to be like this forever, i want to be up forever.
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