In my dreams everyone was there.
All the people we see but do not acknowledge.
In my dream
last night
we had a fight.
In my dream
deep down
the rules of life
threw themselves out
and the disciplinarians lose their way.
In the smell of smoke
no one turned their heads.
For the smell was cherished,
and envied.
Last night the classrooms
had teachers of the enhancers.
We celebrated our cancers
while snorting white clouds around
beautiful dancers.
Let us smoke out cigarettes,
so then maybe we can wake up
and feel okay
again.
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The Adventures of a Mentally Unstable Piece of Trash
RandomI'm really f**ked up, so here's something to shed light on it however you see fit.
