when i give in to my needs, am i quenching a thirst or am i simply planying more potent seeds? everything can be anything and anything can take over everything.
to induce a state of mind, other than my own, my own when im in my zone,
is to wast a minute, an hour. the experience is usually mostly sour.
Have i killed myself or am i morphing into what i told myself i never would.
was i resisting the prospect of myself or have i somewhere along the way lost what i'm about.
I love to have fun, i love to shout, with drugs my mind is only clouded by doubt.
I will never be able to buy the desired and so sought after high.
that euphoria comes from the ocean, the universe, the sky, deep within this guy.
I am me, me is known, becoming a mystery, i've tried it all and that part of me is history.
no one will be missing me, missing him, the who is always high, goodbye thoughts that don't even get me by.
i need the help, the help that comes from me, fucck how people think of and percieve me.
only i can fill me and spill thee, i am the cup of life, filling myself, spilling myself.
spending money to ill myself.
i poison my being, decaying natural function, all in conjunction, boredom and pain.
pain is gain as the weakness to refrain. a lesson learned is a day earned.
what i wan can be yearned, i could simply get burned.
*a joint at this point will be a blunt tomorrow but was a bowl from yesterday's sorrow*
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