I left them both to an inky black apathy. I left them both when they were caught within a web of lies within a jungle of contradictions sprouting out of a endless sea of self loathing. I left them both drowning, fighting against the riptide I left them dragging, spitting, spluttering, clawing, screaming, crying out in voices like cowardice, hopelessness.
Against the overflowing-unceasing-unstoppable-inescapable-assault of every thought-imagination-creation-explanation and exaggeration that they carried like plague. I left them gasping, choking, sufficating, rattling, face red, blood tear crying with their useless slack-jaw
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Friday I found out Crack well it aint that great, I never expected when i comedown to feel so much hate. It aint summat i would pay for, I know i wont be some crack hore. I've now tried it, the buzz is nout spesh, you wont ever get me in some crack sesh.
I have never had a comedown so fucking bad, I doubt i'll want it again, I'll still tell my dad. I thought it would feel good, it's kind of a bore, I like to feel wired but the comedown's too hardcore. I had many different feelings but i also had speed, I can't handle the comedown, I'd rather sit & bleed.
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Tried crack again, had a right fucking buzz, suck on the pipe, hold that shit in & feel that buzz. I wanna have some, I want a right Crack sesh, it gets me wired & that buzz is spesh.
I'll do it with a proppa mad head who i trust, I'll do it with Michelle, it's no maybe it's a must! She'll do it with me, am sure she would, we're both good at chatting shit so it's all good!
Being hurt & angry is not the way i like to be, everyday i proppa love to be off ma tree! I don't bitch behind ya back & i don't sleep around, am no dirty sket, trust me am fucking sound!
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