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Everything All At Once

A few swigs of beer,

to overcome the fears.


A few pulls from the bottle,

to stop the tears.


A few puffs from the bong,

helps numb the pain,

when things go wrong.


A deep inhale of nicotine,

to mute the screams

deep within me.


A few mushrooms,

to feel everything I’ve just killed,

All at once,

like a massive wave,

crashing into the soul.


Why do I do this?


Beats the shit out of me.


A sober life


just sounds




boring.



-C.H.


 
 
 

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