Vodka
Gin
Brandy
Pot
Molly
Coke
Razors
Knives
Scissors
They are habits
They are compulsions
They are addictions
They make you feel high
They make you relax
They make you feel good
They are poisons.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
