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I think i was on my roof becasue i was high...but stoners are great artists


Submitted:Nov 23, 2009    Reads: 78    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


On my roof I sits

contemplating my fate

Waiting to jump

How did i get here?

I rememer the plant.

I remember the smoke

I can still smell it

I hate myself

It was all a lie.

Those months, Those times

It wasn't real happiness

Delusions of grandeur?

I was something i wasn't

Someone I hated

Someone unworthy

to be cared for

to pityed

to be missed.

Never again

Sahll i live a lie

Never agin

Shall i fake it

Never again

Shall i lose the fight

Offer all you want

But never agiain

Shall i take it





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